Phone Conversation

I keep going over the last phone conversation I had with Daddy. He called Sunday night around 8:00 or so. He called earlier in the afternoon to let us know they got home ok, but we weren't home. I guess he wanted to talk to me. I remember he asked me if I was feeling better. I told him I was a little. I remember telling him that we were snowed in already. It snowed all afternoon and Rob was outside shoveling 6 inches of snow. He couldn't believe it! I remember him telling me that he, Mommy & Jimmy went over to visit with Aunt Patty & played cards and they just got home. He told me he was going to let me talk to Mommy for a few minutes, then he said his very last words to me "Well, I love you." His last words ever to me. I told him I loved him too. Then talked to my Mom for a few minutes. I don't remember anything after that. My mind is completely blank. I feel like there was more to the conversation, but then again, that could be all there was to it. Daddy was like that. He would call and talk for just a few minutes and that would be it. He would call for no reason, just to say hi. I am so thankful that I had that last conversation with him.