A Phone Call Can Do Wonders for the Soul

Jenee Darden with her late grandmother



I recently lost my grandmother. Although I knew the day was coming, nothing prepares you for the absence of someone you love deeply. I wrote a poem in memory of my grandmother. I said that I felt my mother's love at first heartbeat, and my grandmother is my "love at first breath" because she was by my mother's side in the delivery room. I lost one of my favorite people in the world. I lost a second mother. 

When my close friends heard the news they reached out. And I'm so grateful. My friends' phone calls came right on time. It meant so much to me that people stopped what they were doing, made time in the day just to give me that verbal support. I go more into detail in the video below. My grandmother was the type of woman who would pick up on the phone and call people if she hadn't talked to them in a while or just to see how they're doing.  But think about it. Who haven't you TALKED to in a while? Do you need to catch up with someone who had a loss over six months ago? Have you checked in on your homey or friend recently? Pick up the phone. You never know. Your ear may help them. Or maybe you need someone to give their ear to you. 



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