Just what are the significance of dates?
When it’s a Friday (as it is of this writing) and also happens to be the 13th, do you automatically expect bad things?
My one and only car accident occurred on a Friday the 13th. For a time I bought into the hype and always regarded that date warily.
But this time, as of this writing, it’s been a good day. I met my daughter and the newest grandbaby at pediatrics for a well visit. Not only is our new cherub gaining weight — yay! — but pediatrics is now at the old Medical Arts Clinic, and it looks fabulous! Great job! I’m absolutely thrilled to see that neat old building being utilized and “loved” again.
Then I popped over to the hospital where I was scheduled for a quick test. I ran into my old boss, former Daily Sun publisher Gary Connor, and my old supervisor from Daily Sun, Jodi Brown. We had a nice mini-reunion right in the Emergency Room waiting area.
On to Radiology where I had an interesting test. Three very nice ladies (one of whom reads my column, but I’ll spare her any ribbing by withholding her name) guided me through swallowing different substances, while being watched by an X-ray camera. Right off the bat they mentioned the metal plate in my neck. Oh yeah, and please remove the earrings, ma’am. Then they draped me with a little towel, and in turn gave me spoonfuls of thin liquid barium, thicker liquid, pudding texture, then a barium-covered cracker, and then a pill.
It was cool because I could see myself on the camera. Watched the pill go part way down, then with a little more water go even further.
I sometimes wish I’d pursued a career in the medical field. I like going here in Corsicana for my medical needs; because it’s neat to be treated by people who know you and have treated you for the last 30 years. In a perfect world, I would be able to have all my medical needs met right here in my hometown, and never have to make trips to Dallas.
But, thanks to those three ladies. And to the one I registered with, who has been taking my information for about the last 30 years too.
Today as you’re reading this, it is not only Flag Day, but my family will commemorate five years since my Dad was called to Heaven. And it’s been 29 years today since my Granddad Bud, Dad’s dad, was called home. I still remember getting that call from my grandmother in the middle of the night, because my parents were in Arkansas. The Father’s Day gifts were on their kitchen table, and she sent them home with us once he was with us no longer.
It hardly seems possible it’s been 29 years since my Granddad Bud made me laugh, or called me “Vitamin D.” And it sure doesn’t seem like it’s been five years since my daddy left us. I still miss him every day.
We will celebrate our fathers tomorrow. I was personally blessed by a wonderful, loving grandfather and a godly father. And this year we will celebrate the fathers in our family, especially the one with a brand new baby. I will pray for my friends who have lost their dads in the last year, and are having this first Father’s Day without theirs.
If your Dad is still with you, give him an extra hug.
Deanna Kirk is a Daily Sun staff writer and editor of Explore magazine. Her column appears on Saturdays. Contact her via email at email@example.com.
Just what are the significance of dates?
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