Reflections On My Dad

I’m nearly 40 years old and my parents have been divorced most of my life. My relationship with each of them is unique–crafted by their human experience and mine. Just like everyone else, we are affected deeply by the decisions we’ve all made. And tonight, though deeply exhausted, I’m tossing and turning, thinking about the consistency of my dad’s phone calls.

My dad calls me on Sundays.

When I was a child, I believe, it was every other Sunday. As I’ve grown older, more Sundays may pass between the calls and we alternate who does the calling, but we talk. I love those calls with my whole heart. I rattle on about my world and he listens, and it doesn’t matter what stories bubble up for me to share with him. Some Sundays, I go on and on for so long that when it’s over, I giggle like a little girl and brag to my wife and children about his willingness to sit there while I go on and on.

He tells me stories, too. And I love them. I cling to them. My dad is a masterful storyteller. In that way, I’d like to be like him when I grow up.

Sometimes when it’s over, I wonder if he even cares about the things I talk to him about, but he keeps calling, and I’m so thankful for that. I’m especially touched of late because I’ve seen–sometimes from a distance and sometimes right here in my own home–what happens when dads don’t call.

I’m trying to think back to when I was a teenage girl, trying to remember more about those calls. I’ll be honest, I can’t imagine I was always fun for him to talk to. I was moody and sometimes even angry. Certainly, I didn’t appreciate his calls as I do now. Frankly, I can’t imagine that I was so charming that he couldn’t wait to call… but he called. He called and he listened to me.

For nearly forty years, he called. Tonight, to be honest, given all that I’ve watched my children go through in the last six months… that feels almost superhuman.

Thank you for calling, Dad. I love you.

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Kathy Perez
Kathy Johnson2 years ago


Elena T.
Elena Poensgen2 years ago

Thank you :)

Camilla Vaga
Camilla Vaga2 years ago


Genoveva M.
Genoveva M G.2 years ago

Thanks Christy.
My dad was one of the most incredible people I ever met, the day he died, I lost my father, a friend, a daddy and someone who would have gave his life to protect me.
He was unique.

Ana Marija R.
Ana R2 years ago

Thank you for sharing.:)

june t.
june t.2 years ago

I miss my dad every day...

Mark Botermuc
Mark Botermuc2 years ago

Thank you ...

Kay M.
.2 years ago

Thank you for the article, It brought back memories of me and my dad, when I moved away from home at 27. We spoke at least once or twice a week until I was 40 and I moved back home to help take care of him in his last year of life. I would never trade any of those moments or memories for any thing in the world. Keep the articles and information coming.

Quanta Kiran
Quanta Kiran2 years ago


Aud Nordby
Aud nordby2 years ago