Hi Mom
When grandpa D comes to visit, he smokes until we cough
We also have to say “We know you are here, you can stop smoking”
My father has been supposedly “gone” for nine years.
I see him monthly, checking my flowers, to see if I am watering them.
One day we heard the kitchen cupboards slamming.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
I was terrified. My husband and I were they only ones in the house.
What is that? I asked him.
He said “I think it was my mother. She used to slam the cupboards.”
I peeked out. There was nothing there.
After my mother passed, we waited for a signal but did not get one.
Until I needed medical treatment, and finally got it.
Isn’t this your old phone number? My husband asked me.
I looked at it.
It was my parents’ number for over sixty years.
It keeps calling me, he told me.
I dialed the number.
It has been out of service for over seventeen months.
Hi Mom.
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