My friend Faith sent me an email with a sweet story about a man who returned home for a neighbors funeral. The neighbor had greatly influenced the young man’s life in the absence of his father. Towards the end of the story was the statement: “every night someone thinks of you before they go so sleep.”
That brought immediate tears to my eyes and made me think of my dad. I call him Daddy Blue.
It all started with him calling my son James “Soldier Blue” based on a costume he was wearing. So James turned around and called him “Guka Blue, boooya!” (Guka is Kikuyu for grandpa.)
“James!” I chided him sharply for his disrespect.
Guka grabbed James by the wrists, turned around and said to me, “Mummy Blue arrest Soldier Blue.”
I said to him, “Daddy Blue, you started it.” James had the last laugh.
That was 5 years ago. We call each other across the world every couple of weeks. As soon as he answers the phone, I say, in a singsong tone, “Daddy Blue.” He chuckles and says, “Aaaaaw, Mummy Blue.”
We chat about events and his health. “Have you been to therapy Dad?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“Not yet, Mummy Blue. I will.” It’s his lame attempt to placate me. I call him a naughty amputee and he says it’s no wonder Soldier Blue is so naughty. “His mother has no respect.”
He asks after my family and tells me how he thinks of me every day. How proud of and happy he is for me. We have a twelve hour time zone difference so when I’m getting up, he’s heading to bed and vice versa. He says, “Well, I’m getting off the day bus and getting on the night bus now. You enjoy the day bus. I’ll sleep happy because you called.”
We sign off. “I love you Daddy Blue, over.”
“I love you Mummy Blue, over and out.”
Happy Father’s Day dad.