My brother has been urging me to try a different way of phone calling. Instead of me talking to my father, he has suggested that Mitch calls because his voice is a different tone. I haven’t done it yet, mainly because I feel it will be incredibly frustrating much like my phone call to him last week.
“What did you say?” he would inquire. I would repeat the question, shouting at the top of my lungs. The funniest comment was when he said, “Well, I don’t know what you are saying, but maybe you are telling me that you are having a baby. Now that WOULD be something!” We ended the conversation by saying goodbye, but I didn’t know if he even understood that part.
Letter writing seems easier, although he doesn’t write back. I wrote an email and my brother printed it off and dropped it off at the facility. My brother, always looking for better solutions, emailed the director who happily agreed to print off any letters and deliver to my father. The new system will take place tomorrow, March 24.
In this crazy coronavirus era, I am grateful for technology and how it connects us to families and friends.
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