i spoke to my dad on the phone today. he lives in Brighton (UK) and i live in California. i have problems with travelling so i don’t get to see him very often. he comes to visit, but i wish i saw him more.
when i first got diabetes and was in the hospital for a week, he was over there and going out of his mind with worry. he offered to come here, but my husband told him it wouldn’t help since i was in the ICU and couldn’t have coherent conversations, etc.
when we were saying goodbye today, he said, remember i am always only a phone call or plane ride away.
i cried when we were off the phone. that kind of love is so beautiful
we talk on the phone every week. yay for dads!