Granny passed away in the evening of January 10th, 2009. Sunie Blake Wood, Granny, was born on April 27, 1905. It's always been amazing to me what she's seen in her lifetime. I am very lucky to have been able to know my Granny well into adulthood. Many people don't get that luxury. Especially when their Grandmother doesn't start their family until after 40!
I am okay with Granny's passing, it was time. The worst is her phone number. I had to dial it this weekend to contact my Cousin and it sent me into a tizzy. The number has a distinct pattern. It's comforting. The number changed area codes 10 or so years ago(?). But the pattern has been with me from forever. Grand-daddy and Grandmama (we all started calling her Granny when the next generation came around.) moved into their house a week or two before I was born. I remember a green wall phone at my Auntie's house. We dialed the number on the rotary-style phone. I don't know exactly why we were calling as my Aunt and Granny were only a driveway apart. But I remember my sister and my cousins instructing me on the dialing. Maybe we were calling over to ask our parents for permission for something. I don't really remember the reason, I remember being instructed about the dialing.
Go forward a bit and it was the same green, this time a phone with buttons. It was my Cousin H and I, I remember her telling me the numbers. I think we were calling to see if someone would come over and watch us in the pool. Why was I the one always calling?
I've never saved Granny's number, I always dialed it, the pattern was good. Even with the area code change. Even this week when the number was often busy, I would re-dial the entire number. There is something soothing in patterns.
It's the only number (other than my Aunt and Uncle's) that hasn't changed my entire life. It was a number I dialed when I needed soothing, when I needed some sort of rightness in the world In the last few years the number wasn't answered by Granny but it was still her number and often the nurses would rely the conversation. And if I yelled, Granny and I would talk. I am not sure if anyone knows how much I dialed that number when I needed a hug. But I did. I dialed her often.
I got bonus time when it comes to most Grandmothers and for that I will always be thankful. I also got to know her a bit more in the past few years knowing that I would lose her. Once your Granny turns 100, you tend to think every day is a bonus and you don't hold back. It still doesn't mean that I won't miss her. Her number will be someone else's in a few months. Granny or a nurse or a family member will not pick up. No one will be happy to hear my voice, my story or to hear one of us to tell the other to "behave!" I will miss Granny. I know it's well past her time to rest. But can someone connect her number directly to heaven?