I spoke with my dad this morning and this is how it went:
“Hi Dad! It’s Gal!”
“Hi Gal!!” He said, sounding oh-so alert and upbeat.
“How are you?” I asked.
“I’m doing fine,” he said, more quietly.
“Happy Father’s Day!” I exclaimed.
“Thank you,” he said, getting tired.
“I love you Dad!” I yelled into the phone.
“Goodbye,” he said.
My father never cared for speaking on the phone, and neither do I. We did our best today. And it was good enough.
P.S. This is a picture my father took of me back in the Philippines. It’s the way my face looked today when he said, “Hi Gal!”