Daddy - Yaddy

God is not my only father who is in Heaven. Unless Daddy got reincarnated or something.
I used to say Daddy. And he would answer Yaddy.
He used to take me places, like driving the car between my horseback riding lesson and the AFA football game with me changing clothes in the back seat since I had to be in my Scout uniform to join my unit for the discount. So many places he'd take me. Then he'd complain that he couldn't take me all the places he wanted to take me, like camping - where he made sure someone else (the Scouts) took me for him - because of his poor health.
Oh, puh-leeze, Daddy (Yaddy). I hope you finally got over it. You spoiled me. You really did. And to kick yourself for not spoiling me more? Feh!
I am really sorry that you died when you did  - when I was in grad school - and we never got to know each other as two adults.
Speaking of places you could take me? I didn't know until you left that you were such a good dancer when you were young. Now, I know you probably wouldn't like the idea of men stripping for each other, but today is Broadway Bares, and I'd love to make it there live some year. Just thought I'd mention it. LOL!
Have you noticed that I've finally taken some interest in gardening like you wanted me to?
And please forgive me, you highly rated civil service cost accountant you, that I make Mav do all the family bookkeeping. He does have that two year accounting degree, ya know.
And look at how good an older male model I've  been in all those children's plays which, you wouldn't like this, are still not quite earning me a living wage.
So, yeah, two men together. Ah, well ...