Being called by Dad’s name

When I came home today after running an errand for Mom, I heard her call out … Dad’s name.

It’s not the first time she has done this. She has started to call Dad’s name multiple times before, but usually catches herself and finishes with saying my name. She usually does this when she is frustrated or worried.

It’s just very odd being mistaken for Dad. I guess there were so many years when Mom would call out for Dad, that even now, almost a year since his death, she still feels his presence around her.

I don’t mind being mistaken for Dad. In fact, it’s kind of an honor.