Friday
January 9, 2015
Do
Tell, Smartell
Martell was a little choked up when he said, “My
father remembered me, maybe just for a minute or two, but that time was a gift.”
“What did he say?” Seal asked
“I was reading to him.
I stopped and said ‘this writer really understands struggle.’ My dad
said, ’Do tell, Smartell.’ It was an old
joke between us. When I was a kid I
thought I knew it all. I had an opinion
on everything. My dad had started calling me Smartell. He’d say ‘do tell Smartell, ‘cause only you
know!’”
“That’s wonderful,” Seal said. “I hate to ask, but how long did it last?”
“Oh, not so long.
I wanted to talk, but he said I should keep reading. I read maybe five more pages. When I was done he asked if I was one of the
nurses.”
“That sucks,” Tony said softly. “You only got a minute
with him the way he used to be.”
Martell shook his head, “No, I got decades with
him. Then, when I thought I’d lost him
to old age, I got one more moment. Like
I said, that was a gift.”
Today I will be grateful for the gift of time
spent with loved ones.
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Prevention Group © 2014 by Ken Montrose
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