While he helped me learn to swim and dive, I never learned that dive. I hated the high diving board. But I love that memory of my father. She was planning to get him a new canoe paddle for Father's Day to replace the one that broke on their last outing on the river. Chances are, Dad will settle for a great big hug from a healthy daughter.
Dads are like that.
The phone rang last evening. Hi Nancy, this is Isabelle. This is the last call from the old house. We talked for a few more minutes and then hung up, knowing that the next time I call my sister I'll be using her new telephone number. Little did I realize the emotions and memories that last telephone call would invoke.