我听到了爱的声音
When I was growing up I do not recall hearing the words “I love you” from my father. When your father never says them to you when you are a child, it gets tougher and tougher for him to say those words as he gets older. To tell the truth, I could not honestly remember when I had last said those words to him either. I decided to set my ego aside and make the first move. After some hesitation, in our next phone conversation I blurted out the words, “Dad… I love you!”
There was a silence at the other end and he awkwardly replied, “Well, same back at ya!”
I chuckled and said, “Dad, I know you love me, and when you are ready, I know you will say what you want to say.”
Fifteen minutes later my mother called and nervously asked, “Paul, is everything okay?”
A few weeks later, Dad concluded our phone conversation with the words, “Paul, I love you.” I was at work during this conversation and the tears were rolling down my cheeks as I finally “heard” the love. As we both sat there in tears we realized that this special moment had taken our father/son relationship to a new level.
A short while after this special moment, my father narrowly escaped death following heart surgery. Many times since, I have pondered the thought, if I did not take the first step and Dad did not survive the surgery, I would have never “heard” the love.
电话的那端沉默了一阵,然后他有些害羞地说:“呃,我也爱你!”
我轻声地笑了起来,说:“爸爸,我知道你爱我,我知道当你准备好时,你就会把想说的话告诉我。”
一刻钟后,妈妈打电话过来,有些紧张地问:“保罗,一切都好吗?”
几个星期过后,爸爸在挂电话前说了句“保罗,我爱你。”打电话的时候我还在上班,在终于“听”到爱的声音后,我的泪水顺着脸颊流了下来。由于我们两人都坐在那儿泪流满面,我们知道这特别的时刻使我们的父子关系达到一种新境界。
这个特别时刻刚过不久,爸爸就进行了心脏手术,不过幸免于难。从那以后,我时常仔细回味,如果我没有走出第一步,如果爸爸的手术没有成功,我就再没有机会听到爱的声音了。