Not your father’s Friday

In the last 24 hours I’ve had two phone conversations with my children.

Beth hasn’t been sleeping at night and needed another run down of all the drugs I’m taking, how they work, and why they’ll make me better.

Beth is a happy child; everyone usually says so.

So it broke my heart to hear the anxiety in her voice, and not be able to take it away.

Adam has been telling everyone that my wife “is on her way to pick up daddy.” He asked me if I was picking him up after work today.

Adam is a lovable little boy; someone you can come home and just squeeze, and who can sometimes give as good as he gets.

So it broke my heart to tell him no, and not be able to do damn thing for the terrible understanding I heard in his little boy voice.

Right now… perhaps now more than ever, I need a really big squeeze.


Give the gift of words.