The Phone Call




My daughter, DaTuh, called yesterday. I asked her if anything was wrong and
she no ... she just needed to hear my voice. She sounded despondent. How I
ache to hold her ... and tell her everything will be alright.

We talked for about an hour. As the time passed, she became more and more
relaxed. I could feel her tension release. I was glad.

My granddaughter and I spoke this morning. She said her mom told her we talked. Tudah said, “Gramma; I’m glad when you and mom talk. You can tell the difference in her. She’s happier.”

My heart was glad.

Next weekend, we will go to Cottonwood. I’m excited and prepared for it...