Every few months Cal calls. Just been on his heart.
So, he fires up the phone. Rings our house. And chats for a decade or two of minutes.
Nothing unusual. Just the type of talk that we all need every once in a while. Things like kids. Engagements, grandkids, and parental pride. Things like jobs. Getting let go, dealing with disappointments and excitement, finding balance. Things like wives. Irreplaceable!
Then we hang up. But the wires remain open. And I pray for him and he prays for me. For forty years this communication, in various forms, has been going on. May it go on until death do us part!!