This is in response to the Writer's Post Blog Hop hosted this week by Cat Graham at "Cattitude and Gratitude". Growing up the telephone was the only way we had to keep in contact with my Dad when he was on the road. He was an over the road truck driver most of his life. Back in those days they didn’t have cell phones and when they finally invented them they were so bulky and expensive that most folks like my parents couldn’t afford them.
Because of that my Dad was forced to
use payphones to call home, his dispatcher, and brokers. My Dad would call home every Sunday and
Wednesday night like clockwork, no ifs or maybes about it. He would
share where he was and where he had been, ask how school was going for me, and
end the call with an “I love you, be good!” To be perfectly honest, those destinations and places went in one ear and out the other. I never remembered where he said he was or where he was going. After a while my parents invested in a toll free phone number for the
house and finally a pager to make communication a little easier.
Things have sure changed since those
early years with cell phones being inexpensive and readily available. At this point, we no longer have a land line,
just a cell phone. That cell phone is my
life line. It allows me almost constant
access to my husband at any hour of the day or night. We talk, we text, and send each other
pictures. My son, daughter, and I talk
to their Dad every night. It makes the
time apart bearable. It keeps us
connected. I never have to wonder if he will call, only when. My husband is the only other man besides my Dad that I could always count on to call me hell or high water. Once again, no maybes about it. It is not the same as being
together, but it is the next best thing and a far sight better than only
talking twice a week. Thank heavens for
technological advances that continue to bring everyone in the world a bit
closer.
