Sunday, July 5, 2009

Force of Habit and Death


While I was visiting my mother last week, a telemarketer called and asked if my father would like to donate money to the Michael Reagan campaign. I politely stated that if he were alive, I'm certain he would, but he no longer is, so could you please take us off your phone list?

The woman very empathetially said that, or course, he would be taken off the list, and that she was very, very sorry for our loss.

And I did NOT say, in an equally agreeable tone, "Oh, that's okay!"

Really, it's not okay that my dad is dead,...but I said it was...because that's what I always say when somebody tells me they're sorry for something. I'll have to concentrate harder next time. Thanks for listening.

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1 comment:

Melinda said...

That is a hard thing. I feel for ya!