My Grandma used to call and wake me up everyday in college.
”Good morning. It’s 5 o’clock; time to get up.”
”Thanks, Grandma…I’m awake.”
”Have a good day.”
”Thanks, you too.”
”I love you.”
”I love you too, Grandma.”
”Alright, goodbye now.”
Everyday, the conversation was the same. I’ll never forget it. I didn’t really need a wake up call but it was her way of showing she loved me.
She called to wake a lot of us up and still calls about 3 people. But her calls aren’t as pleasant. She struggles to tell the time so a 5 o’clock wake up call means getting a call at 11pm, 2am and 5am. Each time she reads her message exactly as it’s written on her slip of paper: ” Carol needs a call at 5 o’clock.”
I stayed up and watched her make her calls one night. She told me she always had trouble waking Carol. When she made her call it was about midnight and Carol needed to be awake at 7am. Carol told her it wasn’t time for her to wake up and hung up the phone. Grandma just shook her head and called back in 20 minutes and read the message on her paper. This time, Carol said thanks. After she hung up, my Grandma had the greatest feeling of accomplishment. ”She’s finally getting up,” she told me.
At 2am, she struggled dialing the number so I volunteered to make the call for her (since it was a call to my house.) ”You know you need to wake up at 5,” I said.