The other day I received a perfect attendance medal for my father. It was from some medical association for having attended the conference every year for the last twenty years.
My chest swelled with pride as I dialed the Association’s number.
“I wanted to thank you for the medal you sent to my father, Dr. B…..Yes. Oh, yes, I am very proud of my father, thank you very much…. just one thing, if you see him at this year’s conference could you please call me? I’d love to see him…. Oh, no, nothing like that, it’s just that he died about twelve years ago.”