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By Dave O'Neil
11/23/06
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“Hello.”
“Ahhh! I was wondering when I would be hearing from you.” He settles into his favourite chair as he has countless times before. “So what’s new? . . . . really . . . which one . . . . with the big window in front? . . . . Un-huh . .
. . She did? Oh my.” He smiles, “No? I could see it coming!”
“What about you,” he leaned forward in his chair, “How are you doing?”
After a short pause, “Fine? That’s it? I really don’t mind when you have a problem, or you’re short of cash, and you think of me. But let’s talk about you.
What’s happening in your life. Sometimes I feel like you’re afraid to tell me stuff.
You know you won’t shock me.”
His demeanor is tempered as his eyes twinkle, “So have you been reading that book I gave you? . . . . yes, it is, but keep plugging along. I think you’ll appreciate it a little bit more each time you open it.”
“Have you seen any of your brothers or sisters lately?” He eases back in his chair. “I thought it would be a great idea for the whole family to get together once a week. I guess it’s not always convenient for everyone.” His eyes narrow as he listens, waiting for his turn. “Well, I’ve known you all your life, longer actually, and you’ve always preferred sleeping to getting up and out in the morning. We could do it in the afternoon, but then there’s football.”
“Oh, ok. No, no problem. I know you’re busy,” he says as he straightens up. “Just one thing before you go.”
I’ve left you messages but for whatever reason you don’t seem to get back to me.” His voice steady, but his eyes moist. “I’ve even sent someone by to see how you are and encourage you, but you seem to take offence. You see, your good intentions are inspiring, but, even more so, deflating when they get lost in this self-serving world.” A streak appears down his cheek. “When you guys were young, you used to rely on me for everything. You didn’t do anything without talking to me about it first.” He sighs, “Why did my children have to grow up? My father always expected me to do the right thing every time, all the time. I know times have changed, and it’s not easy.”
Wiping his eyes he continued, “Yes, you have hurt me before, but I love you, and want you to have peace and joy, and can help you find it through anything.” He lowers his head and says, “My child, let me help.”

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