Phone calls with Nonny

She never consulted her calendar to calculate the elapsed time between phone calls.

She never compared my conversation with that of my seven cousins.

When she spoke not only did I feel as though I was the most important person in her world, I felt as though I was the only person in her world.

She never wallowed in the tedium of her geriatric days, she only cheered on the busyness of my youth.

Her laugh was intoxicating—she emitted selfless love.

Nonny lived life in the moment. She savored time—dispensing with the inconsequential. 

She understood the sun holds more attraction than the moon.

She is who I aspire to.

She is the one I miss the most.

And so even if I am perhaps feeling a bit ignored, I never answer a call with Why so long? Instead I turn it 180 degrees it into Yayy!!! So happy to hear your voice!!

I always want to be a choice—and not a chore.

I want to share the joy of engagement, not the scold of an overly tasked life.

Because if I emulate Nonny—she lives. If I emit positivity, then Nonny cannot ever be forgotten.

And I never want Nonny to be forgotten.

Because everyone deserves a bit of her in their world—everyone deserves a gift of pure love.