April 21, 2008
the end of an era
I had a Sunday night tradition for almost 18 years that came to an end about 6 months ago.
It's sad really.
Every Sunday night without fail.
Except for 18 months in Ecuador, of course.
Now it's over.
And I feel the loss.
Sunday nights just don't seem the same.
You see, when I left for BYU as a scared, curly haired Freshman, the tradition started. Every Sunday night I would call home and talk to my parents. My dad usually talked for 3 minutes and then I would talk to my mom for a long time about important stuff like class, boys, life, etc.
Every Sunday, without fail. Six years later the tradition had a minor hiccup when my Dad died. He didn't take his 3 minutes anymore, but the phone calls continued. They seemed a part of my normal life, like church on Sunday,the junk mail in the mailbox and the fact that I will never willingly eat an onion or green pepper.
Now they've stopped.
Of course my mom lives next door now.
So I see her almost every single day.
Most days we stand in the driveway and talk.
And it's all good.
But just the same, I miss our Sunday evening phone chats.
Approximately 916* phone calls, over 17 years 8 months is a hard habit to break.
*assuming my math is correct, which isn't that great of an assumption. Math never was my thang.
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I feel for you.
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