The 6 am chat.

 5:55 am my phone rings.  It was my dad. “What are you doing?”  He asked as if it was 4 in the afternoon.  “Just getting ready for work dad.”  He said he just wanted to let me know that President Trump had called him the night before to offer him “the job…” and he just wanted to share it with me because no one seemed happy for him.

He said that he had also received a letter, but my mom tore it up and threw it in the trash (which btw, did not happen).  He said he doesn’t know any of the details yet like the salary, but he just wanted to let me know that it was offered. He said that President Trump thinks he can talk to people and that is why he wants him to work for him.   Through my half-closed eyes and a foggy brain, I told my dad “Congratulations.” 

I heard my dad’s voice go from sad and defeated too optimistic and happy.  He said thanks.  I told him I loved him; he said it back and we hung up.  I laid there is a daze for about 30 minutes.  So many things going through my head all at once.  It is amazing how you can feel so many different emotions at the same time.  Annoyed-I was in a pretty good deep sleep when the phone rang; sad-hearing my dad tell me something that he honestly believes to be true that I know is not; joyful-hearing his voice; angry-that this disease is taking my dad from me; worried-that my mom will get upset with him for calling me so early and their entire day being thrown off; amused-thinking it is pretty cute that he is so excited to work for President Trump; thankful-that my dad thought to call me; tearful-hearing my dad's voice sound so sad; and irritated-cause the alarm just sounded. 

As I got up and started preparing myself for the day, I kept asking myself over and over why working for President Trump is something that keeps going through his mind.  And then it hit me.  When President Trump was in office the first time, I remember my dad saying that he is a good president but is not good at talking to people.  Meaning what I took to believe was how the president talked to and about others.  Several times over the last few weeks, dad has mentioned that he is “good at” talking to people.  And that is more than true.  I don’t think I have every heard him talk down to a stranger or say something derogatory towards someone.  I do believe my dad can teach President Trump a few things about tact, I have no doubt in my mind. My dad has a way with words and making people feel special.  (Silver lining.)