ដាក់ប្រកាស ដោយ ៖ 7t4u | ខែ​មេសា 4, 2006

I Love You, Dad

I met a man who came to Tampa for his father’s funeral. Father and son hadn’t seen each other in years. In fact, according to the son, his father had left when he was a boy, and they had had little contact until about a year ago, when his father had sent him a birthday card with a note saying he’d like to see his son again.
After discussing a trip to Florida with his wife and children and consulting his busy schedule at his office, the son tentatively set a date to visit his father two months later.
It just so happened that the man’s daughter made the cheerleading squad at her school and had to go to a camp conducted for cheerleading techniques. Coincidentally, it started the week after school was out. The trip to Florida would have to be postponed.
His father said he understood, but the son didn’t hear from him again for some time.
In November the son received a call from his father’s neighbor. His father had been taken to the hospital with heart problems. The son spoke with the nurse, who assured him his father was doing well following a heart attack.
His father said, ” I’m fine. You don’t have to make a trip out here. ”
He called his father every few days after that. They chatted and laughed and talked about getting together “soon”. He send money for Christmas. His father sent small gifts for his children and a pen and pencil set for his son. But his wife received a precious music box mad of crystal. Overwhelmed, she expressed her gratitude to the old man when they called him on Christmas day. “It was my mother’s,” the old man explained. “I wanted you to have it.”
The man’s wife told her husband that they should have invited the old man for the holyday. As an excuse for not having done so, she added, “But it probably would be too cold for him here, anyway.”
In February, the man decided to visit his father. As luck would have it, however, his boss’s wife had to have an operation, and the man had to fill in. He called his father to tell him he’d probably get to Florida in March or April.
I met the man on Friday, He had finally come to Tampa. He was here to bury his father.
I offered the man a glass of water. He cried. I put my arm around his shoulder and he collapsed, sobbing, “I should have come sooner. He shouldn’t have had to die alone.” We sat together until late afternoon.
That night, I asked my dad to play golf with me the next day. And before I went to bed, I told him, “I love you, Dad.”
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Source: From Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul by Canfield, Hansen and Kirberger, Health Communications, Inc.
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