Monday is usually a day I call to catch up with my Grandma. We chat about the weekend…how the kids soccer games went…what she did…the usual stuff. But this Monday, there was no one to call. I sat in my car just wishing to hear her voice one more time…then I remembered her answering machine. I called my Aunt and asked her to turn it back on. “Leave a message after the beep!” Ahhhh that felt so good. And sad. Truman tells me he talks to his GG (that’s what my kids called their Great Grandma) every night. I do too. But, it isn’t the same as our Monday conversations…or our Friday ones either. And I sure do miss those!
