Dad called me “Diana” tonight.
I called to wish him a Happy Birthday. We didn’t talk long. But at the end he said “I love you Diana.”
It was a little over a year ago that I came out to him. Tonight was the first time I’ve heard him call me by my name.
There’s a lot going on now with the upcoming workplace transition. That has had me in emotional knots for the past few weeks. But nothing else about that seems to compare to this at the moment.
Dad called me “Diana.” I’m still amazed.