My father is the most prolific commentator on this blog. He will always add an angle to my thoughts, always remember a detail. He showcases his writing style, an inkling I have inherited from him.
For the most part, my father and I communicate by blackberry messenger. I have seen him corresponding with others, using that tool. He has magnified the font to large and bold letters so that he can read it with ease. I even know the volume of his pings.
I can imagine him reading my silly comments, frequently sharing them with my mom and always shaking his head in disbelief. He has caught on to my blackberry humor and idiosyncracies. He changes his status photo and message occasionally, certainly not as a frequently as I do. Recently, he had "Dubai had a Party" as his status message. He also posted "The UAE is forty something" when they celebrated their National Day, referring to my generation of forty-somethings that he considers as wild and crazy.
He rotates photos of his grandchildren and sometimes children. He posts the city he is in with a pretty photo that he has taken himself. We all know that he is a talented photographer.
Always he reads my comments and answers. With humor. Sometimes with astute perception. I like to know that I can disturb him with a question, that I can share a moment, that I can send tons of pictures.
It is fun to communicate with my daddy on blackberry!