I've made a few calls home now, talking to my parents and my youngest brother. The phones have been a real blessing in keeping relationships intact. A few weeks ago I asked my parents if it would be possible to have my grandparents over to my parent's house for dinner or something so I could call and talk to them.
Before I was incarcerated I lived with my grandparents in Fort Worth. The only way I've communicated with them has been through letters every few weeks. That's more than many guys get from anyone, but since I plan to return to their household upon release, I want to make the connection stronger. I know a phone call will help reassure them, too.
I had the chance to talk with them yesterday. When my folks came to visit last weekend, they told me I could call while my grandparents were over at my parent's house last night. My grandmother, usually a marathon talker over the phone, took only about two minutes to say how glad she was to hear my voice and how much she missed me. I gave her a quick update of how things are going here. My granddad told me about stuff he's doing and let me know about some computer projects he's hoping I'll be able to help him with soon.
The call closed with a short conversation with my brother about how school and such is going. It was so good to hear from all of them and I hope I'll get to speak with my grandparents more soon, preferably in person outside these walls.
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