All i got is this Photograph

I came across a blogger (Robin) who blogs at Your Daily Dose. Her blog posts are based on soundtrack of her life.  I immediately was a follower because well y'all know how much I love music and have a strong connection to songs and lyrics. I feel like in some ways many of my posts fall into that category.  Since last weekend was Father's Day , I am still thinking of dear ol Dad.  A memory that I have that still chokes me up takes me back to 1979. I was in junior high and we were living in San Jose, California.  We lived in a gated condo area and it was walking distance to a grocery store. That was both good and bad for me.  Good when I wanted to be away from my one year old little brother and mom needed me to ride my bike to pick something up. Bad when Mom wanted some time alone and made me push my brother in the stroller around the shopping center.  Keep in mind yall, these were the days when kids could walk and ride and skateboard farther than a few blocks without having CPS called. 
Anyway, I must have really been missing Daddy in a bad way because I saw this man in one of the aisles of the grocery store and for a full minute, I seriously thought he was my dad.  I had not seen Daddy in over a year and he had a full beard and just shy of his shoulder length hair when I saw him last.  Keep in mind this was still the 70's.   I shouted Daddy and of course the stranger kept walking. I followed him down the next aisle and walked right up to him and said Dad. The poor guy looked at me like I was crazy and then I muttered " oh sorry- I thought you were my dad" then turned around and ran off. I started crying and cried the whole time I paid for the items in line and cried all the way home. I didn't want my mom mad at me for crying which not sure why she would be so I lied and told her a bug flew in my eyes and made them water.  It didn't matter that I actually  thought daddy could be in my town , in my state, in my grocery store without telling me.  In those minutes, everything seemed logical.  Shaking my head now.
Sometimes I think back and realize that Divorce can leave tiny little hooks in you here and there. When you get snagged on one of those hooks you remember that life can fray like those ends of a shirt that you yank meaning to pull off but instead if unravels and makes the string 3 times as long and damage to the shirt.
A song that takes me back to this moment is by Ringo Starr ( of the Beatles) when he did his solo work. The song is about a man in love with a woman but it was popular when i was young and it still makes me think of that memory of missing Daddy.

Have a great day y'all!!