Her voice was familiar and comforting. I asked her to have coffee with me. We were hundreds of miles from each other’s location. She lay in her bed and I snuggled upon my couch to chat. It was easy to pick up from our childhood when we would sit with her grandma at the small kitchen table. She too would have a cup of coffee in front of her. I usually sat on the floor petting their Irish setter and we’d listen to her grandmother share her pearls of wisdom.
Years have passed and now the pearls of wisdom flow from my friend’s voice. As I listen to her talk I can still picture myself on the floor burying my hands in the dog’s fur, just listening.