You pick up your phone, seeing your father calling and you, begrudgingly, answer.

Jerry: "Hi, sweetie. Uh, look, I know that you don't think I can hang lights without killing myself and- and I want you to think I'm a big strong man, but the truth is.. the truth is.."

He trails off, his voice full of flem and tears and the distinc sound of snapping wind on the other end of the phone, he was in the air.