A Call from Dad

It is still puzzling me. Dad called the other day, out of the blue. He did not ask anything; he had no agenda. Perhaps I said something in the course of the conversation that caused him to change his mind. He never calls, and when he does, it is for something. I like to think maybe he was reaching out this time, calling to say hello, I'm here. Or to remind me he is there in the retirement home, not doing much and wouldn't mind a visit, but cannot quite bring himself to ask me. Or to say thanks for stopping by earlier in the week. Who knows? I have never quite been able to understand him, for all my intuition about most people. It is a father-son thing. I am sure.