day 4 // the bed tent.

A few months ago, I was a guest on a friend’s podcast called “So Tell Me About Your Father”. And I did. I told them all about my father. (If you want to hear it, you can go find it on iTunes - but that’s not the point.) The point is, I had semi-high blood pressure anxiously waiting for the call from my dad. Would he feel vulnerable t that I shared too much? Would he feel violated by my transparency about our relationship? Men are funny like that - super hard shell, super soft soul.So for decades (actually, just days that felt like decades) I waited for the phone to ring.

And finally it did.

And he was crying. (Uh-oh.)

And then he said:

“I wish we could just go back in time. Back when you were little….Because you were perfect….And it all went too fast…I wanna go back to when we could all fit in the same bed again and make a tent…..”

There was more, but all seems insignificant after hearing the words “you were perfect”. I know so many people that have lived their whole lives just waiting for their parent to say they’re merely proud of them. Or that they’re sorry. And mine just told me that I was perfect. It was one of those conversations that made me think if it all ended tomorrow, we both know each other. And of all the unfinished business in this world, ITEM # “Chris Galyon & his daughter telling each other what they mean to each other” was swiftly crossed off the list. 

So, that’s my dad. Chris Galyon. The Italian Stallion as we call him around here. And it’s always sucked that we aren’t together on his birthday. But this year - thanks to Glinda - we were. And it just so happens that a little girl that looks exactly like I did - and acts a lot like I did - back when we could all fit in the same bed - was running around singing Happy Birthday to her Papa and kissing him all over the face all evening. And I’m pretty sure he thinks she’s perfect. And I’m pretty sure that if only for a second here and there, he probably felt like it was back in time…when we could all fit in the same bed and make a tent.

That’s the really cool thing about life. Time runs in a straight line. But family runs in full circles.

 

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