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My parents died of cancer some years back.
The other day, while doing dishes, I saw a picture of my mother and thought: "I'd like to talk to her." It's been close to twenty years since she passed. It was a strange thought. Just a phone call. Just: "Hi, how's it going?"
I mentioned this to my wife. She asked about conversations I had with my mother when she was alive. I smiled. "If I called my mother, we would talk for about twenty minutes, and after that I would be asking myself why I had placed the call in the first place."
"And your dad?"
"I would probably talk to him for five minutes before he became so frustrated with me that he would mumble: 'here, talk to your mother' and pass the phone."
"Why would you argue?"
"Who knows. He would say: 'You should go back to school and be a cartoonist.'"
I would roll my eyes: "Dad, it's not like there are a ton of people out there begging for people who can draw."
"Then be a teacher."
"I don't want to be a teacher."
"Then you should go back to school and take law."
A pause. "Actually dad, I've been thinking about becoming a professional pirate. Can you lend me a couple hundred dollars so I can buy a parrot. A pirate isn't worth his salt without a parrot."
"Here, talk to your mother."
All that being said, I'd still like to call and say hello.