( A follow up to Sledding 1)
I spoke to my dad again by phone during one of his last days in rehab. It again was snowing lightly in New York and he mentioned that he saw snowflakes. I told him I'm going to send to him a writing I did on the snow and his secret desire to go sledding and how I desired to go up there and buy a sled and go with him. He didn't hear everything I said but I think he got the gist.
I told him my friend Bev read the writing and recalled how she loved sledding in Brooklyn. I then said I recalled him telling me there was a hill about two blocks long that he and his friends had a great time sledding down.
He responded, “Oh Steve, this is so great that you remembered this. You are wonderful.” He said more and it came out of him like a kid being told what favorite candy he likes. In other words, something gave him pleasure and I saw it was important enough for me to notice and remember what this was and he was almost embarrassed by my attention to detail. Somehow his pleasure was as big as the joy of the universe and I witnessed it.