Monday, August 20, 2012

A Good Call

Last week one of my father's colleagues died suddenly; he was 46 years old with a stay-at-home wife and two young sons.  My mother and father attended the funeral.  Later that night my father called me.  I had just returned from yoga.  I was sweaty, tired, and still trying to cool down when I picked up the phone.

My father said; "I love you.  I'm proud of you.  I don't tell you that enough, and I wanted you to know that."

I thanked him, and then told him that I loved him too.  We quickly got off the phone because it was getting too sad/ voice had already cracked.

Of all my father's achievements in his life, he has succeeded most in fatherhood, which benefits my brother and me.  Thanks dad.

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