I have had moments over the last 9 months of my life where all I wanted to do was pick up the phone and call my mom. There's been days of joy, and days of disappointment....and nobody to call. I say nobody, but I have some awesome friends in my life...I really do. It's just not the same as calling home to MOM. Everything I am, I am because of my mother. I do, however, find it interesting that my Dad has taken an even more important role in my life over the last few months. We were always close, don't get me wrong, but our bond has changed. It's much stronger. To the point where we usually end up calling each other at the same exact time. It's happened many times over the past few months, and NEVER before my Mom passed away.
Weird, huh?!
Just a couple of weeks ago, my phone rang on a day where everything, and I do mean everything, was going completely wrong. 100% WRONG. On the other end was my Dad. Talking to him was therapeutic. I needed it. It helped me get through it. I didn't even share with him that I was having a bad day. He already knew it.
Then, there was today. I started to feel bad over the weekend, and yesterday began running a fever. I was expecting this since I get it EVERY September. Sinus problems, Upper Resp. Infections...etc. I decided that I'd work a half day and make a doctor's appointment for the afternoon. So, after my doctor's visit I went home and tried to relax. Molson didn't quite let me. So, I gave up on that. I did some school work, and really didn't feel well. Matt was at tennis. Ashley had left to go out for a friend's birthday celebration....and there I was feeling blah. The phone rings....yep, it's Dad. It's just like he knew. Weird. He definitely lifted my spirits.
So....my question is....is our bond stronger?? I don't just think so. I know so. And I am SO thankful for that!
