No more phone calls.
Once I moved out of my parents’ home, I would get birthday/Christmas phone calls from all the family and family friends. Every year I looked forward to hearing those voices of loved ones and hearing their wishes and greetings. All my six siblings called; my mother called; for a while my uncle called; and my dad; just everyone!
Now they’re gone. My dad, my my mom, my three brothers, and most recently, my sister.
My kids used to call, too, once they moved away. But now it’s a text message birthday wish.
Don’t get me wrong. I realize that times are changing. I realize that people leave this life. I realize that the text messages mean to them what phone calls used to mean. I do appreciate it. But I also mourn the loss of that tradition sounds with the loss of my family members and the dear departed friends.
I’m still remembered.
As I reach my 68th year, I know I have far fewer birthdays ahead of me than behind me and it means I have to think about how I’ll be remembered. If I’ll be remembered. Who will remember?
Times change. Family changes. Traditions change. I guess it’s all good. There’s just no more phone calls