06/15/2026
I decided to take my daughter to a park we’ve never been to before and this older man sparked a conversation with me. He obviously needed someone to talk to. Our conversation ended up on the topic of his young daughter and his recent divorce. He mentioned he didn’t want to bother her reaching out a bunch. I told him how I felt it was important to essentially bother her because the worst she could do is say no or just not reply.
As a child of divorce and with my dad being gone now it really tugged my heart strings. Naturally I cried. In the middle of the park. To this stranger. LOL, not embarrassing at all. I didn’t tell him why, but his story was sad so I’m sure he thought it was just that. He obviously had a lot of love for his daughter and was dealing with grief from his divorce.
I went home and shared the conversation with a few and decided to go through some old messages with my dad. He would call me all the time. Sometimes it drove me CRAZY. But to be able to look back on these messages is a blessing. Some things I completely forgot. To be able to read his thoughts and words after he is gone almost brings him back to life.
I usually don’t share sappy thoughts and word vomits very much, but this was a cool experience. It made me think that this could’ve been my dad 15 years or so ago just going on a walk waiting to find someone who would listen. I’m glad I was there to be that someone.