Stacey: Dad, its been a long time since you and I chatted.
Dad: Well, officially. I know I have met you in your dreams.
Stacey: I visited you and Mom the other day – and David asked if I wanted to be buried in the wall. Honestly, Dad, I did not hesitate to agree – and thought Id sure like to be close to you and Mom. I dont think Kevin wants that final end, though, so we have some thinking to do.
Dad: Well, dont think about it too much, Stacey, you have too much living to do to think about dying.
Stacey: I know, Dad. I guess Im speaking to you today as the one-year anniversary is approaching. Usually, we plan your garden at this time.
Dad: Have you planted yours yet?
Stacey: No – but there is sure a healthy base of compost. I cannot believe how much my family produces.
Dad: Remember the compost pile we had on the farm? Your mother hated it and loved it at the same time.
Stacey: I do remember – I was always careful to avoid going near it. Funny how now I really quite enjoy mucking about in it.. thinking what great tomatoes it will produce.
Dad: Are you going to grow popcorn? (grin)
Stacey: No. I was too heart-broken when I was a kid – we waited one day too long and the racoons got all of it.
Dad: Yes – and there were sure a lot of puffy racoons that night, eh Stace?
Stacey: Dad, I sold the condo. Your estate is almost wrapped up. You and Mom have been good to all of us. I am grateful that you were such a good money manager. Although, I know Mom called you cheap! Its funny to think there is no more apartment 1001 to go to. I always went there to talk to you and Mom. I dont have that place anymore. It seems odd, but this blog is where I can meet you. I think others may think me strange – but my words become clear and I feel comforted thinking you may be guiding my writing.
Dad: Stacey, you can write to me anytime you like. I have always wanted to write, as you know, and I think I am finally doing what I always wanted to do through you. Do you think that is possible?
Stacey: Dont know, Dad. But it sure is nice thinking you can still speak through me.
Dad: Stacey, I think you are rambling now – so maybe it is time to call it a night. Brandy?
Stacey: No, I never did acquire a taste for that stuff, Dad. But Ill pour one for you – and watch to see that it disappears in front of my eyes (grin)
Dad: TTFN, Stace.
Stacey: TTFN, Dad. Thanks for the chat.