My talk with dadA Story by Bridger HallA young boy talks with his father.Today I had a talk with dad. We talked about
everything my young mind could imagine. Like why the other kids at school used
the bad words that mom always told me never to say. We talked about the time I got cut by the
fence while we chased down the cows on the farm. He told me he was scared when he
saw me bleeding. I can´t remember ever seeing fear in his eyes before. I asked,
“How come you never cry?” He responded, “Why do you think your
mom and I shut our door when you go to bed at night?” We
talked about love, about his love for mom. He said that the way that she sings
and the way she loves me are good things to look for in a girl. He smiled as he
told me how he had gotten lucky, when mom said “I do” so many years ago. He told
me to never settle for the girl with pretty eyes, but to seek out the girl that
uses the mind behind her pretty eyes. He said I have plenty of time to wait for
the right one. “10 or 15 years.” He said. I laughed thinking of the girl I met
at school; if he knew about her I’d be dead. I
asked him a million questions, some that he could only laugh at. He told me
about life, and how I should live it. Taking it one step at a time and always
looking to heaven for my guidance. I asked him what he knew about God. If there
was something more than what I learned at church every Sunday? “He
loves you.” He said with a little tear in his eye, the first that I had seen in
my 10 years of life. My
father looked over at me with his head still rested on the bed. I was lying at
his side with his weak arm under my head. He said, “I know this will sound
crazy. But, I will be talking with God soon. I will ask him anything you´d like
to ask.” With
tears in my eyes, I reached into my pocket, and pulled out the folded piece of
paper I had been saving for my dad. I opened it up with shaking hands and
handed it to my dad. I
said, “Mom said you´d be going on a trip soon, to heaven to talk with God. I
wrote this letter for him, and I was hoping you could pass it on.” My father took the letter, and asked
politely if he could read it first. I said “of course” and watched his lips
move slightly as he read the few words. Dear God, Why did you give my dad this
sickness? Why did he lose his hair? Why does he have to lay in bed when all the
other dads are playing catch in the yard? I want to chase cows again, like I did
two years ago. I want to see my mom smile and laugh, like she used to when dad
got home. God, I know that I am only 10 years old, and that I don’t understand
everything right now. But I was hoping you could send my dad back home after
his trip to Heaven where you are. I just know you can fix that cancer inside
him and I can´t wait to hear his story when he comes home. Thank you God for
the family you gave me. I love them more than you know. I know that you are busy but I hope to hear
back soon. It´s
ten years later and I look back on my talk with dad that day. I smile and think
to myself how wonderful his trip is to this day. I know a lot more than I did
then, but I know one thing for sure. God answers all of our prayers, and I will
see my dad once more. © 2012 Bridger HallAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on February 9, 2012 Last Updated on February 9, 2012 AuthorBridger HallPreston, IDAboutI am from Idaho. I love it. I don´t appear to be complicated... But i am in a constant war with myself. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I will never deny it. I .. more..Writing
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