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Dad's Voice

Updated on July 11, 2013

Wyatt hated the awkward moments that came while dealing with adults. The loosening of the brow, the tender look of pity, the soft voices spoken to him like a wounded puppy. it triggered something in his brain to react, sending prickling pulses of uneasy emotions throughout his small body.

It made him uneasy, the fragile way people treated him, as if he were a broken fence in need of mending. He was thankful for his mother; that their relationship was open and honest, mostly anyway.

At night Wyatt heard his mother’s grief, emancipated behind the closed door in her bedroom--muffled sobs that sounded like small sneezes--when she thought he couldn't hear her. Less often than it had been, almost four years had passed since he lost his father, but enough to know that she was still in pain.

He kept a framed picture of him and his father beside his bed. They were at the beach on vacation. His father’s confident smile in the center, Wyatt perched on top of his shoulders. His mother had taken the picture, being sure to capture the pier in the distance. Wyatt could still remember being up on his father’s broad shoulders, the unfathomable distance to the ground, the prickly stubble of his chin, the safety of his father’s strong arms as he lifted him into the air.

He remembered the piggy back rides in the house, the trips to the park, playing in the yard. But he couldn't remember his voice. He wanted to remember what his father sounded like, when he was happy, or even angry.

“What did Dad’s voice sound like?”

“What do mean?”

“His voice, what did his voice sound like?”

His mother took a moment, perplexed by his question. Normally he was happy to stump his mom with whatever nugget of information he had retained from school, but this was a question he wanted her to answer. She put her hand on his head,

“His voice was kind and gentle Wyatt, and he loved you very much.”

This seem to satisfy his query and he quickly shifted gears.

“Can I stay up late tonight? Spiderman comes on TNT!”

“Did you ever read those Spiderman comic books I bought for you?

“Some of them.”

“We’ll see.”

After dinner, which entailed a brief standoff involving Lima Beans and a 9 year old’s resolve, Wyatt and his mother walked down to the park, enjoying the warm Spring temperatures on an early May evening.

With his 10th birthday approaching, Wyatt had been after his mother to get him a Nintendo DS. No easy task considering her hatred of video games and, as far as he could tell, technology in general. Her idea of a good time was devouring the pages of countless novels that lay strewn throughout their small house. She encouraged him to read, telling him it would help him find some of the answers to those questions he was constantly asking, but he knew the real reason she immersed herself in those novels, to escape the pain of reality, if only for a chapter at a time.

Walking under the large Poplar trees, they passed a small playground, where a couple was cheering as a little girl scooched down a small slide. She began to cry, and was quickly hoisted up by her adoring father. Wyatt watched the scene unfold, before looking up to his mother, the walking search engine for his precocious mind.

“How tall was Dad?”

She extended her hand above her head.

“He was 6’2”, about a foot taller than me.”

He studied her hand for a moment, gazing at it as if it were his head, before his mother slowly pulled her arm back, her eyes squinting as she bit her bottom lip in an attempt to smile.


Wyatt woke in his bed, tucked in with no idea how he got there. He had missed the end of the movie, which he had seen countless times. Turning over on his side, he noticed the warm glow inthe hallway.

He stumbled out of his room and down the hall, hearing the refrigerator humming in the dark. Approaching the kitchen, he noticed the light peeking through the front door.

He opened the door, and was greeted by an electric blue sky. The large tree in the field glittered in the breeze, its green leaves waving and clapping in the sun. The grass climbed the hills in the distance, sprinkled with flowers that bloomed bright and radiant as if they had been kissed by the careful stroke of a paintbrush.

“Hey Wyatt.”

Wyatt’s eyes widened as his mind tried to process the scene at his doorstep. His father stood before him, unscathed by the accident, looking as if he had just stepped out of the picture by his bed.

“Well.” his father said. “Aren't you going to give me a hug?”

Wyatt shot off the porch, his bare feet propelling him into his father’s welcoming arms which clutched him just as they had so many times in the past. He breathed in deeply, the familiar scent of his father rushing through his nose and filling his body with a warmth and safety he had almost forgotten. His father held him tightly, and then bent down on one knee while placing his hands on his son’s shoulders.

“It’s good to see you again Wyatt.” He said, his hair ruffling in the breeze.

“But Dad, you’re…” Wyatt stopped mid sentence, his mouth forgetting to close as he couldn't bring himself to finish.

“It’s okay, Wyatt, everything is going to be fine. I love you and your mother very much.”

Wyatt listened carefully, knowing he would never again forget the sound of his father’s voice. His eyes were intense and compassionate. Wyatt tried to speak, but was unable to summon the words to convey his feelings.

“I have something I want you to give to your mother. Can you do that?”

Wyatt nodded and his father reached into his pocket, pulling out a large ring that he recognized. It was his father’s wedding band, the one his mother had lost a couple of years ago and had never forgiven herself.

“Can you give this to her Wyatt?”

Wyatt nodded again, feeling the weight of the large ring in his palm.

“Can you come home Dad?”

His father stood, smiling. He rested one hand on Wyatt’s head while placing the other on his heart.

“I’ll always be with you, wherever you go, always. I need you to take care of her Wyatt.”

Wyatt cried out. The sun had vanished, taking the warmth with its light. He sat up in the dark, the moonlight sliced through the blinds on the window, leaving thin bars of light on the floor. A weight sunk in his chest as he realized the talk with his father hadn't been real. He opened his palms which were empty and moist, shutting his eyes tightly as to prevent the tears building within.

The next morning, Wyatt woke up later than usual. Walking out of his room, the warm buttery smell of pancakes stirred his empty stomach as he shuffled down the hall and into the kitchen.

“Well good morning.” His mother said cheerfully.

“Good morning.”

Wyatt had decided against telling his mother about his dream, not wanting to upset her. She was in good spirits, humming and singing while carefully attending to the blueberry pancakes browning on the stove. He watched her dancing around the kitchen, unable to suppress his amusement.

“So, I've decided we need a little road trip. What do you think about heading to the beach for the day, just you and me?”


"Yeah, why not?” She answered, before shooing a quizzical look his way. “You did finish your homework last night didn't you?”

He nodded quickly.

“Well then,” She said, sliding a warm plate with two perfectly golden pancakes under his chin, “eat up and then we’ll go!”

After breakfast, they grabbed a bag and Wyatt, as instructed, headed for the linen closet for beach towels. He spotted the towels, yanking the large rolls with the carefulness of a young boy. Washcloths and hand towels fell to the floor, and as he turned to walk out, he noticed a small matchbox on the hardwood floor. He stared at the box for a moment, before dropping the towels and picking it up. He recognized the large sun in the center of the box, setting into the mountains in the distance of a large field. Hanging in the sky was the word Forever.

Wyatt vaguely remembered the box, something about his parents wedding. Sliding it open, his hands began to quiver as the silver wedding band was unveiled. The ring his dad had given him in his dream.

“Dad.” He whispered aloud. His mother had talked about losing the ring many times over the last few years and he had no idea how it ended up in the box, or in the back of the closet. Happiness swirled inside his body, washing over his thoughts as he knew the significance of his discovery. He had seen his father last night.

He shot down the hallway and into the living room. His mother was carrying a travel sack, no doubt looking for the sunglasses resting on her head.

“Where are the towels?” She asked, before seeing his face bursting with excitement.

“Wyatt?” She said suspiciously.

The abandonment in which his mother cried took Wyatt by surprise. She shook her head as she held the ring to her chest, her lips quivering between breaths, overcome with emotion the small piece of jewelry had stirred. She embraced her son, and he hugged her back, his father’s words still fresh in his mind.

At the beach, the two of them enjoyed the clear skies and warm sand, walking along the ocean as Wyatt told his mother about his dream and the conversation with his father. She listened to every word, her fingers barely leaving the ring that hung from her necklace, close to her heart. The small family was still healing from the pain of their loss, but as each delicate day passed they would continue on together.


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      Pete Fanning 4 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks klidstone! I appreciate the read and comment!

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      இڿڰۣ-- кιмвєяℓєу 4 years ago from Niagara Region, Canada

      Very pleased for Wyatt's mom. It's amazing that such comfort can come from a small personal object. I've enjoyed your story very much.

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks Shining, I appreciate it. Kind and encouraging comments like yours are truly better than traffic!

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      Shining Irish Eyes 5 years ago from Upstate, New York

      I am teary eyed and that is OK. Great writers bring out the emotion of the reader with a wealth of talent and you have it.

      This was amazing, magnificent and inspiring.

      Great write.

      Voting it up and sharing it.

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks for reading HL, glad you enjoyed it!

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks Marlo, I appreciate the read and comment!

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      HLPhoenix 5 years ago

      a lost father, a lost love... delicately handled. So much pain... great joy. Touched me deeply. The first I've read of yours, certainly won't be the last.

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      MarloByDesign 5 years ago from United States

      Rated Beautiful & Up. What a wonderful story.

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks Perspycacious!

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      I'll have to check it out, sounds sad but good.

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      Demas W Jasper 5 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Great story with "a certain ring" to it!

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      Jim Higgins 5 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      Came back to read again and say that I watched the movie " Terribly Loud and Incredibly Close" last night about post 9/11. It was really good but a little difficult to watch. The boy character in that film had only his Dad's voice on the answering machine, so it played a huge part in his life

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thank you dilipchandra12!

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks Morris, I really appreciate it!

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks Linda, happy you enjoyed it!

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thank you braydonmoore!

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks Rosie, glad you enjoyed it! Happy New Year to you as well!

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks Jaye, I appreciate the kind words. Perhaps I'm becoming more sensitive as fatherhood nears! Thanks for visiting the blog as well!

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      Dilip Chandra 5 years ago from India

      Nice hub. Good read :)

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      Aga 5 years ago

      Wonderful, full of warm feelings. I enjoyed it very much - good work!

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      Linda 5 years ago from Texas

      Beautiful.... touching. Loved it. Voted up!

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      Braydon Moore 5 years ago from Canada

      Very interesting story and really deepest .

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      Rosie Rose 5 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      I love it, Weestro. When Wyatt met his Dad, I got sad because I thought Wyatt had died and he was in heaven. I was glad it was a dream. Great storytelling. I always love happy endings. Voted up Cheers!

      I wish you and your family a happy, healthy and prosperous new year.


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      Jaye Denman 5 years ago from Deep South, USA

      This one is quite beautiful and stirred my emotions as I read. the ending is more than's touching in a very special way. Your approaching fatherhood must be stoking your creativity. (I've been enjoying your "dad blog", too.)

      Voted Up, Awesome, Beautiful and shared...


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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thank you Susan, although I'm sorry to hear about your mother. Glad you liked it.

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks for reading Becky, I'm glad you liked it!

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thank you Jim, glad you noticed that!

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      Pete Fanning 5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks faythef, I appreciate the votes!

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      Susan Zutautas 5 years ago from Ontario, Canada

      Your story brought on many emotions. When I first started reading it I felt as if it was my life you were almost writing about except I lost my mother and lived with my dad. Wow you're a great story writer. Amazing, wonderful and beautiful.

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      Becky Katz 5 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      Beautiful and well written. My heart jumped along with Wyatt's and I cried with his mom. Some things are so very important.

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      Jim Higgins 5 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      Heartwarming and wonderful tale weestro. Really well-written. The box the ring was in matching his dream is a very nice touch.

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      Faythe F. 5 years ago from USA

      wonderful story.very heart felt..voted up , awesome and beautiful