I keep picking up the phone
It rings, and she picks up.
The muffled sound of struggle, rummaging for a moment (no doubt untangling her curly phone cord from around a plant or other objects in the vicinity.)
Hello? She says hello
I feel her joy
laughing at my jokes.
showing a genuine interest in my life.
I tell her stories, she listens and enjoys them whole heartedly.
Then a couple weeks later I accidentally tell her the same story. She doesn’t stop me and say, “You told me that last week, remember?”
She sits and listens again and enjoys again.
Yeah. I love that about her.
Even though she passed, when I call she always answers.
And always will.