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October 28, 2008

Dad

Filed under: Uncategorized — alexboerner @ 7:16 pm

Today is the 9th anniversary of my father’s death. I wouldn’t normally advertise something like that on here except that something odd just happened about 15 minutes ago that should be shared.

I got a phone call. I didn’t answer it because I was in the middle of eating dinner and I didn’t recognize the phone number. However, whoever it was left a message.

When I checked the message it was the voice of a young boy, probably between 3 and 5 years old. He was talking very quietly and was difficult to understand and I didn’t catch what he said the first time. I listened again, and made out the first words he said to be “Dad, I love you so much…” I couldn’t understand anything after that, but that’s all that really mattered to me. 

I’m not a dad. This was obviously a wrong number, but it made me wonder how much of this is coincidental? I don’t know. I go back and forth in my thoughts and beliefs about the afterlife and coincidence and phenomena, but this incident is too much to ignore. Maybe it’s hitting me more because it’s intensely personal and down right weird. It’s something that my dad would appreciate.

I called them back to tell them that they had the wrong number and that whoever the message was intended for would probably like to get it. Nobody answered. I left a message. Ha!

Do me a favor and tell someone you love them.

8 Comments »

  1. I love you!

    Comment by kallyn — October 28, 2008 @ 7:20 pm | Reply

  2. You are such a good man. I am so proud to have you as my B-I-L to-be!

    Much love,

    Comment by lisa (S-I-L) — October 28, 2008 @ 8:31 pm | Reply

  3. This was such a visual for me—I could see you on the phone intently listening and than hearing those soft, special words on this particular day. It does make you hold on to these moments.
    Thank you..The other “L”

    Comment by Lesley — October 28, 2008 @ 10:17 pm | Reply

  4. Alex, that was no coincidence, it was a wake up call to remember to tell those near to you that you do love them. We are all living in the fast lane, we are in the world of sound bites. I am so moved by your work and proud to say I know Alex. Love ya

    Comment by Suzan — October 29, 2008 @ 5:50 am | Reply

  5. Wow! God works in that kind of crazy way.
    Did you hear the little boy inside of you, saying what he wished could be heard?
    Or was it an angel calling for you …
    I believe the ones we love very much, when they pass on to the next life, watch over us as angels.
    I’m sure your father watches over you all the time, because you are his little boy!
    That means you are very blessed!
    Yay!

    Comment by SuzanNE — October 29, 2008 @ 9:12 am | Reply

  6. Alex, These special things that happen to us, whatever their source, are reminders of the important people and circumstances in our lives. Your sensitivity to the meaning here is a statement about the fine person that you are. We are very proud of you. Thanks for sharing. Mike

    Comment by Mike Silver — October 29, 2008 @ 4:31 pm | Reply

  7. dude! your past has caught up w/ you. It’s time to tell Deborah about that 5-year-old boy you got back in Minn.

    haha.

    JK.

    that’s truly odd. and weird. but it’s also cool. sounds like the message was delivered.

    -jc

    Comment by july the photo guy — October 29, 2008 @ 6:14 pm | Reply

  8. I love you Al! I’m sorry that you lost your father so soon.

    Comment by Tom Greenwell — November 17, 2008 @ 5:23 pm | Reply


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