My re-post yesterday from my old blog (no longer online) was a direct result of a brief conversation I had with my Uncle Tony.
Yesterday was his 50th wedding anniversary and at my cousin Audra's request, I called in to the party being held at her brother Rob's house. I spoke to my Aunt Erika for a few minutes; she was genuinely delighted to hear from me and insisted that I visit "home" (Kapuskasing) soon. Then she passed the phone to my uncle.
As soon as I heard his "hello", tears sprang to my eyes; he sounds so much like my dad.
For a few minutes, it was like 12 years fell away. I could pretend I was having a conversation with my father. But it was just pretend and it was just a few minutes. There is no holding on to yesterday...
*With my apologies to Ambrosia for appropriating the title of their song.