The Lid

Tony had an interesting event happen while he was working from home just about a week ago.  He was sitting in the living room, typing away at emails when suddenly there was noise in the kitchen.  He saw both kitties asleep in their spots so it could not have been them that caused the commotion.  When he arose to investigate, he saw something on the floor that had fallen from the top of the refrigerator.  The object was a Tupperware lid, that had been securely placed on the top of the fridge for at least a year, and written on it were the words, "Bob Little".  Either a gust of wind or steam had lifted the lid off of the container it fit, or Tony was visited by someone who wanted to say hello.  I'm hoping that dad or one of his confidants was hanging out in our house, that day, watching over Tony and sending us all positive vibes so that we could make it through the day.

What would I say...

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...