Missed Call

Today, she would have turned 86. There would have been a flurry of phone calls from all over the world; children and grandkiddos and random family and friends calling in to wish her happiness and love.

She loved phone calls. Love chatting with anyone really. It never ceased to amaze me just how well connected she was to the vast networks of happenings in the outside world even though she rarely went out any more. There was this little book where she painstakingly recorded births, deaths, anniversaries and other important dates. Every morning, she'd look up the date and then call around to wish anyone who was celebrating that day.

My aunt tells me that there were a high volumes of calls today. Even though she isn't around, people were still calling in. I guess they miss the phone calls just as much as I do.