My father was gone before I arrived - never heard or seen again. Lucky me, instead of a dad, I had a Grampa. My grampa made me feel safe, secure, understood, cherished and respected and I measured every man I dated against those feelings. If a man could not inspire those feelings in me, I didn't argue, or complain, or criticize or try to change their minds or ways, I simply walked away.

Being loved by my grampa kept me safe and loved my whole life through.

That's why I clapped 50 times.