A conversation with my Dad

“Suz, how’s, how’s, you know, my favorite guy?”

I’m on the phone with my Dad. He’s 90. Can’t hear. Can’t recall much anymore (including, sadly, his kids’ names, never mind those of our significant others). He also can’t stop talking long enough for me to help him out.

“He’s—” I try.

“You know who I mean!” He laughs.  “The big guy. Your guy.”

“I do dad, I do,” I say laughing. “You mean—”

“Dammit. Why can’t I think of his name?”

“Dad!” I yell, not too loud, just loud enough to get his attention, stop him before our entire conversation becomes what it usually becomes these days – a heartbreaking, hysterical, but ultimately exhausting exercise in futility.

“What? Why are you yelling at me?” He sounds offended but that’s good. It means he’ll stop talking for three seconds.

“Robert,” I say. “His name is Robert.”

Silence. And then, “Why are you yelling at Robert?”

“I’m not, dad. I’m trying to tell you his name.”

“I know his name!”

I want to smack myself in the head with my cellphone.

“How is Robert?” He asks, finally.

“He’s great, dad. You know, kicking ass, taking names, being his usual Master of the Universe self.”

“That’s from that book,” he replies, and then pauses. I don’t jump in. He’s got it. I can feel it. “Bonfire of the Vanities!”

“Great book,” I say. “Though I still think Tom Wolfe quit at the end. Like he suddenly realized they were only paying him for 100,000 words so he just wrapped it up, really quickly. I found it very dissatisfying.”

“So, how’s the relationship?” He asks.

“With Tom Wolfe?” I say, teasing him.

“Smart, very smart, Suz. With Robert. How’s things with my favorite guy?”

“Things are wonderful, dad. He’s so good to me and he’s incredible with Case.”

“I know he is,” he says impatiently, “but what’s the prognosis?”

What’s the prognosis?

“It’s terminal, dad.” I reply. “I’m gonna die of love.”

“I raised four wise-asses,” my father replies. “You know what I mean. Not prognosis. Errrr… the plan? Do you two have plans?”

Ever since my dad met Robert, about two months into our relationship, this is all he’s wanted to know. And now, as we’re approaching two years together, it’s all he wants to talk about. It’s funny how he forgets Rob’s name, and calls him Steve, Stu, Bob, Bobby, and “the dark-haired fellow,” but never forgets that there’s man in his little girl’s life who’s been around awhile. And, more than that, he wants to know what Steve’s, Stu’s, Bob’s, Bobby’s, and “the dark-haired fellow’s” intentions are.

“Yes, daddy,” I reply. “We have plans. We plan to spend the rest of our lives together.”

“So, marriage then!” he exclaims.

“Dad, stop,” I say. “I don’t have a crystal ball.”

“Crystal?” He bellows. “You don’t want crystal! You want diamonds!”

“Big ones, pop.” I reply.

“That’s my girl! Make sure you tell him, or I will! I’ll say—” he pauses. “I’ll say—”

“Rrr—” I start.

“I’ll say young man; my daughter gets diamonds! Big, Hope diamond-size diamonds! Nothing less!”

“You do that, dad.” I reply, laughing.

“Hey, I gotta advocate for my little girl,” he says, “even if I can’t remember her boyfriend’s name.”

Or, hopefully, his phone number.

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8 Replies to “A conversation with my Dad”

  1. Reminds me of my mom with dementia, she remembered but her words were confused.She would get so mad that her words didnt come out like she wanted..I new and would let her chat and understood everything she said or wanted..Blessed you have your dad to chat with..Wonderful conversation! Love is Unconditional and sometimes words arent needed..God Bless

    1. Hi Carisa,
      You’re right, sometimes words are not needed and I am indeed lucky to have my dad to chat with. I hope you are well. It was lovely of you to comment!

  2. Your Dad, still as witty and funny as I remember. All of you were given this special gift from him and your Mom. I really enjoy reading your new blog!

    1. Thanks, Joanne. My parents are pretty funny people and we’re lucky to have them. You’re a doll for leaving a note. I’m glad you’re enjoying my posts!
      Susan xo

  3. Thanks for sharing this, Susan. It’s a great reminder that our parents always see us as their little ones and will always want the absolute best for us. Miss you, my friend! xo Jill

    1. Jill, I miss you, too! I’ve got to get up to New Jersey sometime soon and see all of you. I hope you’re having a wonderful summer! Love you, Susan xoxo

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