As I returned the phone call, a warning was necessary for my husband. “I’m going to cry.”
The voice on the other end asked the triggering question.
“How’s your grandma?” she kindly inquired.
I had only seconds to consider a polite answer. The grief which has whelmed me came surfacing back though truth told, it’s never far behind.
“We lost her 19 months ago. I’m so sorry you didn’t know. It was quick, we only knew she had brain cancer for about a week. I’m so sorry to tell you that. She loved you. You were a good friend.” I choke back the tears, I’m in the hallway of the hotel. I’m in Fort Benning visiting my Soldier on a brief pass from Ranger School. My stomach lurches within, it’s shocking how hearing from my grandma’s old friend makes me remember this woman I loved so much. I remember that I haven’t forgotten that I miss her.
After returning home, a card arrived in the mail. It was from my grandma’s friend. It was a sympathy card. Like the phone call, this card was a surprise.
But it was a blessed affirmation. She remembered ME. More importantly, she remembered my grandma and the friendship they shared. She remembered the sadness displayed in our phone conversation even though I reassured her she had done NOTHING wrong. I’m glad she called though it was painful. She missed her too.
Writing for five minutes can be a blessed experience even if you cry. Trust me, I know!