As my alarm went off at the ungodly hour of 5:30 am, i received a text message from The Girl. She was finishing a paper, and was asking me for a back-up wake up call at 9:00 am. After staying up all night to write the damn thing, she clearly didn’t want to accidently sleep through the class.
Work has been somewhat frantic, so as i walked down a long hallway, late for my 9:00 meeting, i gave her a ring. She answered, and we chatted briefly. I like to make sure she’s really awake…
As i’m doing this, i see my ex-husband turn the corner at the end of the hallway and start heading my way (he consults for my organization, and we still see each other in the office complex from time to time).
I said “hey, there’s Dad”.
Groggy, but clearly confused, voice from my phone “…yours?”
[giggling] “No, daughter… yours. Mine died about 7 years ago.”