A Father’s Word

Posted: January 30, 2015 in Uncategorized

When I received word that Daddy had been diagnosed with Cancer, my son and I traveled 800 miles to the hospital. He was to have a routine surgical procedure—a feeding tube inserted.

I didn’t go home; I drove straight to the hospital, I had a strange feeling. When I arrived at his room, he looked perfectly fine and we conversed maybe five minutes before a nurse peeked around the door, as if it was my cue to leave until he returned from surgery.

“My grandson sure has grown,” Daddy said.

Exhausted, worried, I was afraid and desperation held me in its grip like a steel clamp. My hands shook. “You’re gonna be here for me tomorrow, tell me you are.”

“Sure, I’ll be here,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The nurse came back and my heart clung to the faith of a forever, #truthful parent. It was the last conversation we’d ever have. Through no fault of his own, he’d broken his word—one time in a daughter’s lifetime with a parent.

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