November 2005 Page 19
He Really Saying Goodbye?
by Wanda Keith
I was an only child and was very close to my parents, especially my dad. I was a daddy's girl all the way from the very start. He had always wanted a boy, so I was a tom-boy from the word go. We were always camping, fishing, playing sports, you name it and I could do it!
Even though I actually met my husband when I was only 20 years old, I was in no hurry to get married and start a family. So we dated for almost 15 years before we finally took the plunge. Although we were ready to start a family, we didn't have my son until almost five years later. So he was my parents' one and only grandson. And for what came to be such a very short time, he became my dad's pride and joy.
At that time, my dad never let on that he was so sick and in such bad health. We had no idea we would lose him so fast. He died one month before my son was to turn one year old. He was looking forward to his first birthday so much, but unfortunately he didn't make it to that day.
So now I need to tell you what actually happened on the day my dad died.... We had just got in from running some errands. My husband was working at night, so he jumped in the shower while I cooked us some dinner. He always got ready for work early so we could eat dinner together and he could play with the baby before he had to leave for work.
I remember looking at the clock and it was just coming up on 2:00 and I had the sudden urge to call my dad. So I picked up the phone, but then thought to myself, I'll call him after my husband leaves for work, so we can talk longer. So I hung up the phone and went back in to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner. Well, after we ate dinner and my husband played with the baby and put him down for his nap, it was time for him to leave for work. So I decided to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen.
Then I heard this loud laughing and the baby calling out, "Papa, Papa, bye, bye, Papa!" Just then the phone rang and it was my mom. She was very upset and told me to get down to their house, because my dad had been taking a nap and now she couldn't wake him. My dad died in his sleep that afternoon, but I truly believe that his spirit came to visit and play with his grandson for one last time.
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