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"Hey dad", my son Tommy cried, as he came in the door from school."Look at the great report I got from school today". I continued to sit in my recliner, eyes directed straight ahead on the daily newspaper, a drink in my hand. A little while later Tommy tries once again to get my attention. "Hey dad, wanna throw some passes before dinner?" I continued to stare at the tv now, eyes half closed in my own little world of thought. |
The next morning Tommy said he wasn't feeling well and his mother checked him out while I dashed out the door to work. You see, I am a busy man. I work hard all day. It is the wifes duty to care for Tommy. After work I came in dragging and Tommy wanted to talk. "Hey dad, I'm feeling much better now. Can we talk now?" "Not now son," I replied, " maybe later". I could see the tears in his eyes, but I was tired and Tommy can talk to his mother, I thought. |
She is home all day and can sit down and rest whenever she wants. I have a high stress job and I need to rest when I come home. "But dad," Tommy continued on. "Not now son. I told you, I am too tired. Go talk to your mom or go outside and play." Tommy must have asked to go outside to play. |
The next thing I heard was a pounding at the door. A policeman stood there. "I'm sorry sir," he said, " but your little boy has been struck by a vehicle and it's bad. Come quick." "What, what happened?", I asked. The policeman replied " He was riding his bike and it seems he had been crying. The tears must have blinded him and he rode into the path of a vehicle. We must hurry, sir," the policeman said again. "He's bad off." |
When my wife and I arrived at the hospital, we ran to the nearest desk to inquire about our only child. "Please, please, tell us where our son is. Is he ok?" After hearing our name, the lady looked very sad and directed us to a doctor and a chaplain. "I'm so very sorry," the chaplain said, "but it's TOO LATE." |
Falling apart with grief, we were allowed some time to say our good-byes with our only child, before his little body was taken away. We were given his clothing and belongings. Then we walked away from the hospital. Upon arriving home we collapsed in grief, sobbing "why, God, why?" |
The next day my wife was looking in little tommys pockets and found a folded piece of paper. It read: I want to tell you about my *HERO*. He is my daddy. He works real hard to give us nice things but I wish he would spend more time with me and talk to me more. You see, I love my daddy and he is the most important person in my life. I just wish he felt the same about me. Signed - Tommy |
Apparently, this was what he had wanted to show me several days ago. Now it is *TOO LATE*. |
Author: Delilah M. Haas Copyright: 2-8-02 |
NOTE FROM AUTHOR: Don't wait until it's too late to let your God given family know how much you love them. Hug & kiss them, spend quality time with them and, above all, listen to them when they talk to you because tomorrow may be too late. Most importantly, don't forget to thank God daily for the wonderful family He has given you. |
IN JESUS' LOVE DEDE |
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