Our Missed Connection
On June 30 of last year, I had the sudden urge to call my father at around noon. I was feeling extremely anxious and just felt like I really needed to talk to him for some reason.
I knew he was at work and on his lunch break, though, so I figured I would let him enjoy his break, and I’d call him later on when he finished work. I wish my odd feeling hadn’t been proven right.
My sister called me about an hour later and told me that our dad had died, right around that lunch break. He parked his work truck, turned it off, and took his last breath. It was a massive heart attack.
He was suddenly gone. I really wish I would have called. Maybe I could have told him that I loved him before he passed. Always make the phone call. Story credit: Reddit / (CupcakesOnMyFace)