Tonight, in a rare moment of quiet in the house, I realized that Paul and I have no one to call today.

This isn’t news, Paul’s dad has been dead 21 years and mine for four, it was just seeing something from another angle and realizing again the finality of death. My brain keeps kicking against the limits and getting bruised.

I didn’t start crying, but I felt sad and regretted time and opportunities that were squandered.

If you do have someone to call today and he is a pain in the neck who let you down, who didn’t give you what you needed growing up and still pushes your buttons, I would encourage you to pray for him every day and thank God for his life which gave you your own.

And I would make the call.