There are times that I reall, really hate my cell phone. I have become attached to it like an abusive partner. It goes with me everywhere.
My excuse is that my entire schedule is on it. As is my entire contact list for the business.But my biggest excuse is Dan.
I never knew when he was going to call so it was vital (I told myself) to have it with me.
I now cry "BullShit"!!
I kept it by my side because I wanted to talk to Dan.
He was the first call every morning as I drove out of the driveway. I would get the days news, the latest family gossip, and the best way in the world to wake up my brain. He would encourage me, goad me, and all around cheer me on to the day's business.
On weekends he would regale me with stories of the road or the latest political bonehead thing that was driving him crazy. (The latest budget thing would have given him a stroke anyway!!!) He would rant and rave about something and encourage me to become involved.
I joined Greenpeace because of one of those phone calls.
If we went more than two days without talking I knew that something was wrong.
It was so weird because I wouldn't want to talk to anyone but if Dan called I always found that I wanted to talk about what was going on with me or the family or him.
That is why I took the phone call the night that he died.
That is why my cell phone is still beside me.
He just might find a way to call. You never know.