This week I’m choosing Prompt 1: If you had to relive a day in your life what day would it be?
As soon as I saw this prompt, I immediately thought “August 21, 2009.”
In all respects, August 21, 2009 was an ordinary day. In fact, the specifics of the day (what I ate, what book I was reading, what TV shows I may have watched) are lost to me. I know we were getting ready to leave on vacation so there was lots of laundry being done, and I’m sure I was trying hard to keep my vow of packing early enough so I wasn’t rushing around like a crazy person the night before. It was a day like any other day.
So why would I choose to live this day over?
For one simple reason. If I could live this day over, I would do everything the same EXCEPT I would take a few moments out of my day and I would call my parents in Montana. My dad would pick up (as he usually did) and I would say “It’s your daughter.” And he would say “I know … you have a special ring.” (This was our phone answering ritual.)
We would chat for a few minutes about what funny things the Little One was doing, what books we were reading, what goofy things his dogs had done. He’d tell me he was going up Glacier the next day, and I would tell him about our vacation we were packing for. An ordinary conversation in all respects. At the end, we’d end the phone call the same way we ended all our phone calls since I left home.
Me: “Love you, Dad.”
Dad: “Love you too, Jen.”
And I’d hang up and go about the rest of my ordinary day. Never guessing that the next day, August 22, 2009, would be my father’s last day on earth and this phone call that I never made (but wish like hell I had) would be my last conversation with my dad.
Love you, Dad.