Rich but Poor

I have worked here for most my life, and I have to keep telling myself it's worth is, but it's not. I've torn my family apart, If you would even call it a family. Five years ago my wife, Elisabeth, died and my son blamed me. He said my greed was what ripped us apart, and I think he is right. He moved out and has a family of his own now. He married June and has a four year old daughter, Faith. I haven't even met my own granddaughter yet. Oh how I'm dying to meet her, to be a part of her life, to watch her grow and her recognize me. Her grandfather. I have alzheimer's and my one wish is to know them well enough to forget them.

I've picked up the phone so many times before but just couldn't.What if he hang up on me or he didn't let me say I was sorry? What if he picked up? What if? Should I take that chance?

I pick the phone and dial... "Hello? Dad?"

He answered.