This afternoon I was thinking about what I might call and tell dad if he were still alive. My day was difficult, and I used to call him on the evenings of those challenging days. I typically called my parents several times a week just to say hello (I'm not a big phone talker) and maybe to unload, or to check in to see about how they were doing.
~Here's what I might call and tell him tonight after my hard day of teaching.
J: Hi dad, it's your oldest! How are you up in heaven?
D: I miss you guys.
J: We miss you, too, dad. How was your day?
D: I watched over your little sister today, and I spent some time holding hands of those who have recently lost loved ones.
J: Wow, you're amazing.
D: What did you do today?
J: This morning, I gave a math assessment to some of my students, dealt with a few crisis, got my students to write a little, responded to a few more crisis, went to a meeting, worked late, came home and ate a bowl of cereal. I'm tired, and I wish my job were easier.
D: You're supposed to help those children. I could never do what you do.
J: You did a lot more, and your heart was so big....I'm just trying to follow in your footsteps.
D: Don't give up.
J: OK...I'll try, but it's hard.
D: I know, but hang in there. I love you.
J: I love you, too. Talk with you later.
D: Yep, I'm always with you.
As time passes, it's getting harder to hear him in my heart, though I know he's there. I guess I'll just have to keep calling him to remember his words of wisdom and to tell him I love him...
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