Last night, I spoke to my father for the first time in over 15 years! We had lost touch years ago due to the separation between he and my mom, and from our many moves. I received his phone number from a cousin we ran into a couple of weeks, but I didn't call him until last night. To say he was happy to hear from me is an understatement. He repeatedly reminded me of how much he loved me and prayed for our reunion. I was definitely overwhelmed by his declarations, and admit I am still processing that conversation, but, I am happy we re-connected. We reminisced over fond childhood memories like when he use to take me to the little "hole in the wall" diner in front of my bus stop for breakfast. The food was great, but I also enjoyed our personal time together over those meals. In fact, breakfast remains my favorite meal of the day, perhaps because of those wonderful memories me and him shared during those morning outings.  Last night, we stayed on the phone for almost 2 hours laughing and revisiting old memories. We committed to stay in touch, and agreed I would come visit this summer to see him and the family members I've never met in Birmingham, Alabama. And I must say, I'm really looking forward to it! 

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