I don't remember what day it was. I know that it was about four or more years ago though. Like I usually did, I decided to call my friend bob. I was a bit tired though and when I dialed, my fingers did some walking other then what I wanted. However soon the reciever was ringing.
"Hello," came the gruff response.
"Uh, hi... is Bob there?" I asked unsure about what was happening.
"Yeah." This made me wonder who was over at Bob's house cause this gentleman I was talking to was most certainly not the Bob I knew.
"Can I talk to him?"
"You are."
"Huh? Ok, is Bob Dement there?"
"Yes, this is him."
"Well, I'm looking for Robert Dement, my friend."
"Your friend?"
"Yeah, he has the same name." This sparked a small conversation that eventually lead to the following
"So you're Bob's father? Weird. I was sure I dialed his number," I answered confidently, but I knew I was much less then I might have sounded.
"If you speak to him, could you give him my number. I'd like to speak to him."
"Sure, I cuold do that." He then proceeded to tell me the number he was at, which was very different from my friends number. After I got the number, I said my pleasentries and bid him fairwell.
"I better call Bob's house and make sure this isn't someone breaking in," is what I might have thought, but I can't remember. I do know I quickly called Bob's number, being extra careful about the number that was dial. Sure enough, when it was answered this time, it was indeed my friend Bob.
"Hey Bob, you'll never guess who I talked to." I thought this would bring a smile to him.
"I don't know, who?"
"Your father." There was no imediate response and i was sure this didn't sit well with Bob. "You ok?"
"Yeah, fine. I just never wanted to hear from him again."
"Why not Bob?"
"I'll tell you in person later." He did. Turns out his father was a bit abusive and ended up leaving Bob's mother when Bob was still young. This shoke me a bit, but for some reason I was over come with the need to have Bob call his father.
"Bob, you have to call him. It's been what, ten years since you've seen him."
"Yeah I know." Well, long story, and I mean really long, I convinced him to call his father. He did so about two days later.
Turns out, the two had a lot to say and a lot of it was decent. By the end of the conversation, the two managed to reconcile all their differences.
Now, I'm sure you're saying, another god loving story filled with puppies and flowers right? Well, the ending isn't as happy as I'd like, but this is it. Bob's father passed away about four hours after they talked.
Hopefully you've read this far. If you have, I'll leave it to you to draw you're own conclusions. Have a great day!
"Hello," came the gruff response.
"Uh, hi... is Bob there?" I asked unsure about what was happening.
"Yeah." This made me wonder who was over at Bob's house cause this gentleman I was talking to was most certainly not the Bob I knew.
"Can I talk to him?"
"You are."
"Huh? Ok, is Bob Dement there?"
"Yes, this is him."
"Well, I'm looking for Robert Dement, my friend."
"Your friend?"
"Yeah, he has the same name." This sparked a small conversation that eventually lead to the following
"So you're Bob's father? Weird. I was sure I dialed his number," I answered confidently, but I knew I was much less then I might have sounded.
"If you speak to him, could you give him my number. I'd like to speak to him."
"Sure, I cuold do that." He then proceeded to tell me the number he was at, which was very different from my friends number. After I got the number, I said my pleasentries and bid him fairwell.
"I better call Bob's house and make sure this isn't someone breaking in," is what I might have thought, but I can't remember. I do know I quickly called Bob's number, being extra careful about the number that was dial. Sure enough, when it was answered this time, it was indeed my friend Bob.
"Hey Bob, you'll never guess who I talked to." I thought this would bring a smile to him.
"I don't know, who?"
"Your father." There was no imediate response and i was sure this didn't sit well with Bob. "You ok?"
"Yeah, fine. I just never wanted to hear from him again."
"Why not Bob?"
"I'll tell you in person later." He did. Turns out his father was a bit abusive and ended up leaving Bob's mother when Bob was still young. This shoke me a bit, but for some reason I was over come with the need to have Bob call his father.
"Bob, you have to call him. It's been what, ten years since you've seen him."
"Yeah I know." Well, long story, and I mean really long, I convinced him to call his father. He did so about two days later.
Turns out, the two had a lot to say and a lot of it was decent. By the end of the conversation, the two managed to reconcile all their differences.
Now, I'm sure you're saying, another god loving story filled with puppies and flowers right? Well, the ending isn't as happy as I'd like, but this is it. Bob's father passed away about four hours after they talked.
Hopefully you've read this far. If you have, I'll leave it to you to draw you're own conclusions. Have a great day!