Ericca Glanville Wallet: Surprise for a twin’s daddy
To the editor:
Most of you may know me by now as the oldest twin, Ericca, Hal’s mini me. Yes, the one, the only Bookie, mother and wife. What you may not know is that I recently was reconnected with my dad.
Just this past Thursday, I surprised the entire family with a visit. I live in Cincinnati, Ohio, and decided that I needed to spend more than just a couple of hours with Dad, my dear Uncle Roy and Aunt Judy. So back in October, I decided that I was going to sneak into town and surprise them all.
Boy, did I shock the family here in Cincy; I never do anything alone, and here I was, a country girl lost in the big city, willing to fly alone. The even scarier thing was that I had not one, but two layovers. But I was determined that, at almost 39, I was going to take a leap of faith and travel alone.
I left Cincy at 9 a.m. Thursday, the fourth, and headed into Chicago, no butterflies, not scared an ounce, yeah me. Even when I had to find my gate at O’Hare, I was confident and walked in like I owned the place.
I was on to my next flight to Denver, and then off to Hayden. As soon as I hit the gate in Denver, I immediately found a place to pick up a cold beverage. I was so excited, tired and in desperate need of a cigarette and cold beverage. I kicked back for a moment, imagining what exactly it was that I was going to do to surprise the family, and then I was off to my connecting flight.
However nothing ever comes easy to this country girl, and I just knew that something was going to go wrong.
So there I was, waiting patiently for my flight to Hayden, watching the beautiful snowflakes falling, when I heard a woman say, “The flight to Hayden has been canceled.”
This couldn’t be happening.
I was steadfast and was not going to let this or anything else ruin my perfect day and trip.
Finally, the time had come for the first surprise.
I was headed to the liquor store where Uncle Roy works. Many of you know him from the Cork and Bottle. When I was a kid, I used to go in there and spend hours with him. I walked into the liquor store with my hair pulled up and my shades on. He was busy helping a customer. When he finished, I walked up to the counter removed the shades and asked, “Do you need to see my ID?”
“I absolutely do,” he replied as he hugged me.
I spent the rest of the day telling lies and helping him out in the store. Thanks, Uncle Roy, for a great time.
I drove my uncle home, and we made dinner for my Aunt Judy, her favorite, chicken alfredo. She must have been very surprised because when she walked into the house she asked, “Why are you here?”
Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for, but you must understand that my aunt works very hard and long hours at the nursing home.
As we finished cooking dinner, Amber, my aunt’s granddaughter, called Dad and told him to come over ASAP, there was an emergency. I took a seat on the sofa awaiting his arrival.
He came into the house, rounded the corner and BAM, there I was. I have never seen him smile so big – ever; perfection at its finest.
I spent a lot of time with my old man Saturday; I had so many questions to ask, but none of those answers seemed to matter anymore. Looking into his eyes, the windows to the soul, I realized that the only thing that mattered anymore was that I love him, regardless of anything, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loves me.
I want to thank everyone for the most excellent time ever. I love you all very much, and as I always do when I visit out there, I left a piece of my heart so that this big city won’t take any more of it away. Protect it for me until my next return.
Congrats, daddy, on your big win Sunday, you got lucky old man. But the girl is back, and she will most definitely win this week.
Ericca Glanville Wallet