I'll Talk to You Again.
Exactly one month ago, I conversed with my grandmother for the very last time. Emmett was at daycare, and Lucy was at her week of Y camp, so my house was uncharacteristically quiet. My phone rang at 1:25 that Tuesday. I saw "Grandma" pop up on the screen, so I leisurely flopped on the couch and answered her call. We chit-chatted about a few things, and she invited me to come to a showtunes concert with her that Saturday. I had to decline her invitation because we were celebrating Father's Day a day early with Dad, but it didn't matter. She never made it to the concert because she fell a few hours after she called me. We remained hopeful for about a week after she fell, but the likelihood of recovery soon faded, and we realized that her departure from this world was imminent. Once it became apparent that we would lose her, I wanted to check my call log to see when exactly that last call came through and how long we talked. Surely we chatted for close to an hour. We a...