The right email at the right time.

Back in October, when I was in Alabama for my dad's funeral, I met my godfather for (basically) the first time.  Before October, the last time I had seen him was when I was still a toddler, so I really don't remember having known him before.  He was one of my dad's best friends and I'm so glad that I met him (although I wish the circumstance had been different).  I wish he had been in my life while I was growing up, but he still lives out in California and I haven't lived there since I was only a few months old.  Even though I've only met him once (not counting when I was a baby/toddler), and only spent a couple of hours with him, I know that I can text, email, or call him if I need anything.  As I told my mom several times down in Alabama, my parents did a good job picking him as my godfather.

Since October, I've had good days, but I've also had bad days.  And really bad days.  I don't know what it is exactly that makes one day easier or harder than another, but today was a day that I was really missing my dad.  If this was during the school semester, I would have texted one of my friends and gone to hang out with them for a while.  But it's not.  I'm home.  Who could I call?  Nikki was home and I didn't want to upset her, so I just stayed quiet and tried not to think about anything.  Mindlessly watched a movie on Disney channel and then a few episodes of Reba.  I wanted to call Mark, but what would I say?  If I said it out loud, if I said "I miss my dad," I would have started crying, and once I start crying, I don't know how long it will take me to stop.  I wanted to text him, but couldn't decide if that would be awkward or not.

Finally, I decided I would email him.  I opened up my email account, clicked to compose a message, started typing...  when I realized I didn't have him in my email contacts.  I remembered he'd texted me his email address so I would have it.  I looked through my texts, only to find that I must have deleted that text last time I cleared out my inbox.  Defeated, I let the universe win.  I didn't know what to do.  I closed my laptop and flipped channels until I found a movie to watch.  Soul Surfer, not that it matters.

After dinner tonight, I checked my email.  I had an email from Mark.  "Pictures of your dad" was the subject line.  The email and the pictures were exactly what I needed.

I feel like he must've known, maybe subconsciously, that I needed to hear from him.  His email could not have come at a more perfect time.  Maybe my dad let him know.

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