Conversation With an Angel

Dad: “I understand”

(pause)

“I’m ready”

(pause)

“Yes, I know you’re here”

(long pause… he was listening)

Dad: “It’s okay”

(this was said as a reassurance, to comfort whomever was speaking)

“It’s okay. I’m ready”

(I wait… curiosity gets the better of me )

Me: “I’m here dad”

(no answer)

Me: “It’s your daughter”

(perturbed answer)

Dad: “Yes, I know”

Clearly not talking in his sleep. I felt like I was intruding and crept out of the bedroom. There was no longer a conversation to my knowledge.

He died the next day.