“Phyllisology”

Published: Thursday, March 7, 2013 at 14:47 PM.

As many of you know, I have a “godmother” named Phyllis who lives in Gary, Indiana.  I have never seen her, but I talk to her on the phone three or four times a week.

That’s the way it started; she called me by mistake a couple of years ago.  At the time, I was visiting relatives in the South driving around my hometown in Alabama.  We talked about her dialing the wrong number and I pulled off the road into a parking lot and continued the conversation for about 30 minutes that first time.

Since then, we have continued to talk.  If I go for a few days without calling her, she will call and pretend to be mad.  I enjoy talking to her; I even enjoy it when she pretends to be mad at me.  When my mother passed away, Phyllis decided to be my godmother.  Phyllis turned 92 at the beginning of February.

In the past couple of years, I have learned that Phyllis has grandsons who played in the NFL, a brother in New York who she needs me “to preach at” every once in a while and a new great granddaughter living pretty close to where I live.

Recently, she called me while I was in the classroom, teaching one of the college mathematics courses I enjoy teaching.  One of my rules in the classroom has to do with no cell phones, texting, etc.  My students understand that Phyllis is the exception.

If she calls, I will answer the phone.  I never know if it will be the last time I hear her voice.  On this day, I put my cell phone on the speaker and let her talk to my students.  She was very kind and called them all, “Sweetie Pies.”

All of them told her, “Hello.”



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