Last Words
I had been home from work for about fifteen or twenty
minutes when my older son, David, came in from playing --
looking very serious. He was only six-years-old at the time.
Our younger son Mark, who is two and a half years younger,
was right behind him.
I was watching the evening news on television when David
came in and stood right in front of me. I have to admit that
my thoughts were rambling between the news and David. I knew
he had something on his mind, and he knew he could talk to
me about anything. He also thought I had the answers to
everything.
As he stood there, I could sense that he was nervous and
wondered if there was something wrong, or if he was just
going to ask one of his very serious questions about the
rules of the game they were playing. But he was much too
serious for that. Now he had my full attention.
He spoke rather quietly when he said, "Daddy, I need to talk
to you."
To that I said, "Okay Davie, what's on your mind?"
He answered with, "I'm a big boy now, right?"
"You sure are. Tell me what you're thinking," I replied.
He said, "I don't want you to call me Davie anymore, I want
you to call me Dave, and I don't want to call you Daddy, I
want to call you dad."
With this out he seemed even more serious or nervous. I
smiled at him with the proudest smile I think I ever had. I
said, "That will be okay, Dave. I would like to call you
Dave or David, and look forward to you calling me Dad. But,
don't ever call me father, okay?"
He relaxed and said in a very strong voice, "Can I go back
out and play now, Dad?"
As I said "yes", my younger son came over close to me and
said, "I still want to call you Daddy."
"I'm so glad you do!" I said.
For the next few days every time David had anything to say
to me, he would begin it with "Dad". Even if he wanted to
know what we were having for supper, he would ask, "Dad,
what are we having for dinner?" It didn't take Mark long to
follow suit. I could barely keep the smile off my face! My
wife would turn her head to smile.
My son David died July 1, 1993. The night before he died, he
and I were talking on the telephone about how he was
feeling. About six weeks before, he had testicular cancer
and had surgery for removal of the cancer. Then they did
exploratory surgery to verify that his lymph system was
clear of cancer. It was, thank God.
In this telephone conversation, David told me that he was
experiencing blurred vision, and numbness in his fingers, as
well as slurred speech. I told him that he would be all
right. He had just gone back to his work too soon after the
surgery. He agreed and said he would slow down a bit. We
both laughed, because we both knew he wouldn't slow down.
I said, "I love you Davie." To which he responded with
loving laughter, "I love you too, Daddy."
I laughed and said, "Goodnight Davie."
"Goodnight Daddy." he said, and we both hung up our
telephones. These were the last words we ever spoke to each
other!
The next day at about noon, I was called to be notified that
David had been taken by ambulance to the local hospital. His
wife was with him during the trip. When I got to the
hospital, he was in a coma. As the afternoon wore on, we
were informed by the doctor that he had a ruptured aneurysm
in his brain. He lived until 7:06 p.m. As I prayed for his
life, many things went through my mind. The thought of our
last words were there, "I love you Davie." "I love you too,
Daddy."
I will forever be grateful to God for these last words. We
had no fences to mend. We were in a good relationship. My
heart was broken and still is, yet I know him to be a
Christian, and I asked God to welcome him home!
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Bob GrampsTN@aol.com