Monday, January 19, 2009

Nightly Tickle

My father lived alone for six years after my mother passed on. He had his two dogs and his two cats, but essentially lived alone without another human being to have meals with every day. There was no one here to say goodnight to him in the evening and good morning when the day began. My sister and I did our best to say goodnight and good morning to him via telephone---but it's not the same.

We moved here in August when Lance got a job transfer. It's been an adjustment for all of us and hopefully the good of the situation outweighs the bad.

Since our oldest daughter returned from college, we've been a little stretched for room so our youngest sleeps in our room on the floor next to our bed.

Each evening as Papa is getting ready for bed, and if Ashley is still awake on the floor, he gives her the nightly tickle. It can be short, it can be long but it's always full of giggles and laughter and joy.

I'm grateful that my baby girl will take this sweet memory with her through her life. I'm also thankful that my father has someone to say goodnight to him each evening....and that he has someone to tickle.

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2 comments:

  1. Let me know if you need tickling.

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  2. My grandpa, what long reach you have!

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