I had just returned home from the hospital, and my wife and I were sitting on the couch, reading a book, when suddenly the phone rang.
I picked it up and immediately began to cry.
My wife’s father had just died.
I hadn’t heard from him in years.
I’d seen him on the news, and that day, I’d been in tears.
I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was going through, and how much I’d missed him.
My father’s illness had left him with two brain tumors and multiple nerve damage.
We’d been living in a rented house for a while and had had to move out about five months before.
It was a very sad and difficult time, but it was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives.
As my wife was telling me about how my father had fought for his rights, I asked her if I could see him.
She looked at me and nodded, and then she called me back.
We drove to the house, and the phone started ringing.
I called back and asked her to speak to my father.
She hung up and then called me to tell me that he was still there.
I went home and cried.
I had a phone call from my father and a phonecall from my wife.
I asked the woman why I couldn’s phone number and she said that my father was out of phone service.
She called me a few more times and finally called my father’s number and told him that he’d been told he had the cancer and he needed to call my father back.
My son and I sat in the car in the driveway and talked for a few minutes, and he told me that my mother had told him he was being treated well and that he should call his father back, because he had a lot of time on his hands.
I told him to call back and he did.
I don’t know what it was like for my mother when she was going to her room for the first time after her brain tumor had taken her life, but I knew she loved her son.
She was the one who always said, “I love you, Dad,” when we were in the hospital.
She had a beautiful smile on her face when she told me she was happy.
I knew her as an amazing woman, and I loved her dearly.
The next day, my mother called me and told me I’d never see my father again, but that she loved me and I was going back to work.
I said, Well, I know Dad is going to call me, but he told her that he would be taking care of me and my family when I got home, and if he needed anything I was there.
She hugged me and said, You’re going to be okay.
She went into her room, closed the door, and walked to the couch.
I didn’t want to wake up.
I felt so relieved.
It’s the last time I’ll ever see my dad.
I opened the door and lay there, crying.
I was crying so hard I thought I was choking.
I sat there for about two hours, trying to hold back the tears.
Finally, I just said, Dad, I love you.
I’ll be back.
He told me he loved me, and to call him back.
I never saw my father alive again.
He never spoke to me.
The phone rings again and it’s my mom’s mother.
She’s so happy to see me.
I think my father has died.
The last time we spoke was a few months after my father died, and she told us that she’d heard from her mother and that she knew my father well.
She told me to go and tell my dad I love him, but then she told him not to worry about it.
My mom told me not to be so quick to give him his own number, but to call it and he would call me back and I’d call him.
I got to the phone and dialed my father, and on the other end of the line was the first number I’d ever called.
I dialed it, and it was my mother’s father.
He was very nice and very kind.
I just cried.
My heart was so heavy, and everything in my life was going so fast.
I cried a little, and just hung up.
The following day, as I was sitting in the backseat of the car, I heard my mom calling.
I jumped out of the seat, crying, and ran out to the front door.
I ran back in the front seat and cried again.
My mother was waiting for me at the other side of the door.
She walked over to the door to open it.
When I saw her, she smiled at me.
She said, I loved you so much.
I’ve been waiting for you for so long, and this is the first I’ve ever seen you smile