I never committed my Papa’s birthday to memory. January 27th, 2009 was the date my mom’s father passed on. We have missed this remarkable man ever since.
Last week I received a mysterious phone call. A man with gentle Southern drawl told me: “I am doing well. Everything is okay.”
I put the phone down. Suddenly, Papa appeared before me. He wore one of his favorite long sleeved plaid shirts. I reached up, wrapping both arms around Papa’s neck.
Weeping, I felt instantly the ember of grandfatherly love–still burning after so many years. I collapsed onto Papa, then…
I awakened. Feeling fatigued from tears, I looked at my phone. September 25th. I soon spoke with my mom.
September 24th was Papa’s birthday. And I’d gone to sleep extra early on that day.