Three years ago today, my wife and I experienced a HUGE swing of emotion. The high end was that three years ago today, we heard my son's, Brendan's, heartbeat for the first time and we were going to let everyone know that we were expecting our 2nd child.
The low came from when I went to call my father. We were walking away from the doctors office I called and got his voicemail. While strange, because he usually took my calls regardless of what he was doing, not out of the realm of possibility as he may have been in a meeting. As we called other friends and family to let them know and enjoyed a nice day walking in the city, my sister called and my world was shattered. My father had passed away.
My wife immediately got me somewhere to sit down, got me some water, and started making some very difficult phone calls. All the while, she was showing me how much she loved me and my father. During one of my worst times, she was at one of her most awesome.
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