the power of a phone call

Every Monday and Wednesday between 3:45 and 4:00 p.m., I call my grandma (Didi, as I call her) on the phone to chat and hear updates about her life and give her the same about mine. This summer my grandpa passed away, the grandpa who was one of the best influences in my life and who I called Dobie, and who, in my book, was the best thing since sliced bread. Didi has had a really hard time since July and has been really sick for a few months so I want to make sure I talk to her as often as possible because I honestly don't know how long I will be able to treasure my time with her.

The point of this is to make you think. Who in your life do you wish you spoke to more? Would it make your day better to talk to your uncle on the phone for five minutes twice a week, or your best friend who is ten hours away from you? I think sometimes we don't take the time out of our day to think about this. I have the same family members I call on a daily/weekly basis, including: my mom, dad, Didi and Grandma Heiter. It's nice to hear a comforting voice when you're caught up in a busy day or week consisting of school work, meetings, a job, and tons of friends.

I treasure the 15 minute phone call I have with Didi twice a week. That phone call has the power to propel me through the rest of my week no matter what stressful situations, school work or meetings I have coming up. On Monday we talked about the zoo and what our favorite animals at the zoo are - pointless. Absolutely pointless. But who cares. I'm enjoying a carefree conversation with Didi, who loves me and puts a smile on my face for a straight 15 minutes, and I wouldn't trade that time for anything.