Missing Her

Even though I haven’t talked to her on the phone for nine weeks tonight, I still miss talking to her so much.  I know I complained about how loud I had to talk or how many times she just couldn’t understand what I was saying, but I miss our talks.  I miss hearing about her day, what she ate, who visited and how she was feeling.  I’m missing our talks so much more than I did over the first seven weeks because for the last week and a half, I’ve known there would be no more phone calls.  I wish I remembered what exactly we talked about that last night.  I remember discussing the chocolate icing for Aunt Loverta’s cake, but really that’s it.  I’m sure I said “I love you” because I always did, but I wish I could pick up the phone and tell her one more time.