Part of my daily schedule includes a letter to my father. “Bert VT ROOM #211 is the subject on the email. Kellie faithfully prints it out and delivers it to his room. His reactions and responses have been absent until today.
His penmanship, somewhat difficult to decipher, communicated his wish: an outside choir with the appearance of his pastor, saying a few words. It’s not the first time he’s communicated this wish.
The interesting part is that he cannot hear us when we are outside the window, so how could an outside choir add any type of value to his daily schedule?
However, upon further reflection, I realize it’s what everyone misses: people gathering together, communicating in a face-to-face interaction. No Zoom, no FaceTime, no Skype– just real communication. It will come, Dad. Just wait a little longer.
A Journey Worth Remembering 