Adjustment one.

For the last couple of years, a phone call to my Mom meant that you had to navigate through Pepa to talk with her. Often times he would get frustrated and difficult when he wanted you to tell him what you wanted with her!

I guess he was screening her calls! lol!

Often he would refuse to hang up, eavesdropping on your conversation much like the old party lines! He never wanted Memama to know as much as he knew and GOD forbid she knew more.

Sometimes I would fabricate something, just because I knew he was listening in.

This morning I called Memama's house for the first time since we lost Pepa.

It is amazing how strange it seemed that he didn't answer the phone in his usual method of talking before the phone actually activated, and more strange that I didn't have to navigate around him. Weird that something which was once irritating has become something dear!

Memama and her sister were sitting at the table drinking their coffee.

I am headed to Roscoe to deal with my farm help. I may even run the tractor for a while. Therapy!

Visitation tonight 5 to 6:30.

Oh FATHER.