I got a phone call the other night.
I was in a deep sleep.
"Oh Karen, it's Dad." Just as he always greeted me.
"Hey Dad, how are you?" I asked.
He replied, "I'm good, things are okay here. How are you and the kids doing?"
"We're okay. But we really miss you. Little G asked if she could go swimming with you tomorrow. Then she became sad when she realized she couldn't. "
"I miss you too. Things are good here though. It's fine."
"I'm glad, Dad. I wish I could visit you..." and then my sleep-fogged mind realized there was only one way to really do that.
And he came back with...
"Well, I think you'd better not. Don't worry, I'll call again."
I look forward to it, Dad.