Calls of Caring…
I called dad last night before he got off of work.
“I don’t need anything,” I said. “I just wanted to call you and tell you I love you and I am so thankful for all you do for me. I wouldn’t be where I am at if it wasn’t for your help.”
“Well, thank you!” dad replied enthusiastically. “It is nice when you call like this. You should do it more often.”
“I made a point of telling mom this as well,” I told him. “You two mean the world to me.”
“We just love you,” dad said. “I know I can be tough sometimes, but I do care.”
I felt so much better. Dad was in a great mood when he arrived with my medications. We got in this involved discussion of religion and it’s effects on Southern culture and politics.
“Watch as this health care bill gets all the religious people up in arms over abortions and whether the government will pay for them.”
I chuckled. He was right. It is going to get interesting. Us hapless bystanders in the minority can only just gawk and watch. I worried how socialized healthcare was going to affect dad and my brother and sister, though. There is always two sides to a coin.