“What are you doing, my beautiful boy?”
I asked that question because T had pretty much glued his face onto the phone’s screen and all I could see was one gigantic green eyeball.
Laughing, he said, “I’m trying to climb in the phone to get to you”.
“Oh T, wouldn’t that be a great invention if we could actually do that?”
“I’d climb in and come to you, too, if I could.”
“Grandma, don’t go anywhere, I want to show you something.”
“I’ll stay right here, I promise not to move.”
“SEE?” I flipped you. It’s dark outside already. What’s it like at YOUR house?”
“Look. It’s exactly the same color. Getting dark.”
“DAD, GRANDMA HAS A DARK SKY TOO. WE ARE THE SAME!”
“Look at Char! She is trying to grab the phone from me. No! It’s my turn, Char!”
“Can I please say hi to her, T?”
“Char, this is Grandma, remember?”
“That’s enough, I need to talk to Grandma again.”
“Mommy says it’s time for my bath now. I have to go.”
“I love you, T.”
He paused.
“I love you, Grandma.”
“Grandma?”
“Yes?”
“I can’t wait to see you. I miss you so much.”
“Me too, my beautiful boy. Me too.”
And he was gone.
2020 totally sucks.
I am so distraught and depressed. Like so many of us, I’ve missed out on spending time with T and baby sister, valuable time we’ll never be able to get back.
Tomorrow the eyes of the world will be on us.
If I don’t hear that President Biden will be at the helm, healing our country and repairing the damage of the last four years, I don’t know what I’ll do.
I really don’t.
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