"Speaking about Mom, do you ever see her?" Although my parents were still married at the time of Dad’s demise, I asked because of their frequent earthly arguments. "We run into each other now and then, but she prefers hanging out with her family and friends; and, well you know where I am."
"Dad, tell me about your beloved sports. I can hear the Cubs game, but what about boxing, wrestling. Do you still get to enjoy those matches?"
"Are you kidding?" Dad asked. "We got a game on now; and we got Babe Ruth, Jake LaMotta, Gorgeous George. There’s a different sport every night. I can hardly keep up. Remember, Princess, this is Heaven.

"Say, Dad, I have this feeling that you’ve been keeping an eye on my daughters, even though you never got to meet them when you were alive. Aren’t they something?"
"They take after me," Dad said, pride likely puffing his girth further. "Their zest for life, their charm, friendliness, those big brown eyes. The talent part, I can’t take credit for. Maybe their father and you."
I laughed. Even without video, I recalled his face clearly. He was right; there are similarities.
"And Ron, how about him publishing his own book, Making Happy? What do you think about that, Dad?"
"Boy, did I get a laugh out of your brother's book! We got the galleys. It'll be a big hit here, too."
"Listen Dad, I think my battery is wearing out, so I’m going to have to say goodbye. But your birthday is coming up, so I’ll try and reach you then."
"Sounds beautiful, Princess," he said. "But don't worry about making calls. I'm in touch with you seven days a week."
"We say 24/7 here."
"Twenty-four seven? That one I didn't hear. I'll be honest; it's a little hard keeping up. Thank goodness for the Chicago Daily News and the other papers. Of course, we've got the top reporters working, too. Sports, politics, you name it. It takes a little longer than your computers, but quality, Princess, quality. We got it here."
"Well Dad, I'm glad you're doing okay. Give my love to everyone. When you see Mom, tell her I can call her now, too."
"She'll be happy to hear that."

My father and I said our goodbyes. I clicked off the iPhone and plugged it into its charger. Just as I thought, the battery was nearly empty. But there was enough juice for a text message coming in. "So, when am I going to hear from you?"
It was from my mother.
©Elaine Soloway reprinted from 2009 for SeniorWomen.com
The Division Street Princess: A Memoir by Elaine Soloway
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