The telegram...

For more than 150 years, messages of joy, sorrow and success came in signature yellow envelopes hand delivered by a courier. Now the Western Union telegram is officially a thing of the past.  This telegram was sent by my father to my mother.  He had just learned he was shipping out from Hawaii for the Pacific Theater in WWII.  He was allowed one phone call before they shipped and he wanted to make sure my Mom was home when he called.  For all they knew that might be the last time they ever heard each other's voices again.  Of course, if that had come true, none of us would be here now...  Imagine how my Mom must have felt waiting all day for the phone to ring......