Frank sat in his recliner with an open book in his lap. His eyes were closed and he had not moved in two hours. It was only five-o-clock on a Saturday afternoon, so his wife knew he was probably not taking a nap. Frank’s faithful dog, Butch lay at his feet and hadn’t moved since he sat down. A radio was quietly playing in the background and because this normally vibrant man was so quiet and still for so long, his wife thought it best to check and see if he were alright.

At first, she stood in the doorway and softly called his name to see if he would stir, but Butch is the only one who responded by wagging his tail. She decided to move closer to see if…well, to be honest, to see if he were breathing.

The two of them had been together for so long and loved each other so much, the thought of losing him was something she could not, dare not imagine. Holding her own breath, she drew closer and closer until she noticed the slight movement of his chest.

Okay, so he didn’t stir when she called and he’s not dead because he’s still breathing. He didn’t appear to be sleeping because his head was upright and his mouth was not open. Franks always sleeps with his mouth open. So, what was he doing?

Her curiousity began to get the best of her so she reached her finger to give him a poke in the ribs, then stopped and drew back her hand when she saw a tear form in one eye and trickle down his cheek. "Oh," she said to herself and smiled. She slowly and silently stood up and turned to leave the room. As she neared the doorway, she looked over her shoulder for another look at this man she loved so much, smiled again and walked away.

As she started down the hall, she heard Frank say, "Margaret, Yesuah says, ‘Hi’." She held back the tears, bit her lower lip for a moment and said, "Tell Him I said ‘Hi’ Frank. He’s welcome in our house anytime."

Frank said, "He says ‘I know’ Margaret."

Margaret laughed and said as she kept walking, "Yes, I’m sure He does, Frank. I’m quite sure He does."


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