Gerry, overheard

Gerry and I share a comfortably cramped office space where we at times, reach over and type each other's sentences. I blame our spatial arrangements for the fact that I routinely overhear his telephone conversations. That and his nice loud, deep voice.
But deep down inside, I know I lie. I will listen heartily in on anything. I am that curious and just that bored. Here's what Gerry told me the other day, via telephone conversation to third party

"yeah well, my mom used to live about 4 hours away in Pasadena when we were working there. My daughter, yeah...she's 15 now...used to drive down there every weekend to see her.
And come every Thanksgiving, I called my mom, "Hi ma, do you want to come spend Thanksgiving with us"
"No"
And then when Christmas came along, I'd call her again, "Hi ma, do you want to spend Christmas with us?"
"No"
Hi ma, want to come have Easter with us?
"No"
And then last Thanksgiving, "Hi ma, do you want to spend Thanksgiving with us?"
"Oh yes. And maybe I'll bring my clothes along too so you don't have to drive me down here in the night."
Yeah, so I am shocked here.
Yeaaha..
So she comes along and we have Thanksgiving dinner. And then my daughter plays the piano and then Carla plays the piano and then my mom got on the piano and we are laughing and we are having a really great time till late in the night.
Next day, I wake up to see my daughter standing next to my bed.
"Grandma is lying on the bathroom floor and won't get up."
Yeah....she had come home to die.
Yeah....yeah...and the funny thing was my dad did the same thing.
The week before he died, he was in town and called me
"You want to come have lunch with me?"
And we have lunch and we are watching TV and saw people running out of the World Trade Centre. YEAH yeah...it was the first time they tried attacking it.
And the thing shocked me so much, i just blurted out before he left.
"I love you, dad"
"I love you too, son"
And that was the last conversation we had "