Better known as The Sarge (Retired Military, 21 yrs.).
My dad and I have a typical but classic father/daughter relationship. We click and we clash. I don’t really use the term but most would probably say I’m a daddy’s girl.
In May 2014, my mom donated a kidney to my dad. It was the craziest yet most surreal experience of my life to date. Overall, I’m blessed that the surgery went well and they both have been on a great road to recovery.
To give you some of the back story. My dad is now retired. Home during the day. Chillin’ – unsupervised with a smart phone, iPad and laptop. I talk to my dad a lot. Well, at least morning, noon and night ( although he swears “It ain’t me, your mom wanted me to call to make sure you’re ok.”). Uh huh, Dad.
Well, I do try to make it a point to give my Dad a call during the day during to make sure he’s good. Most times we text briefly. Usually it goes something like this:
Me: Hey Pops, just checkin’ on you. How’s it going?
Dad: Hello Cheryl. I’m good.[recaps his entire morning]…..Now I’m on YouTube.
Me: Oh Ok. I just wanted to give you quick shoutout.
Here’s a random text exchange of how they usually end before he cuts me short….