Sunday afternoon we all visited husband’s Aunt V. She’s 97 now and doesn’t get out much unless it’s to visit a doctor.
She was excited to see my sister.
We talked a bit about her last stay in a rehab facility and how glad she is to be home again. She mentioned that she had called me and I hadn’t called her back.
“Did you leave a message?” I asked.
“No” she said. Doesn’t your phone tell you that I called?
“Only if I look,” I say…’and I rarely look.”
Husband gets out his smart phone and shows his Aunt. “She has one just like this,” he says, “But she’s not very good at using it.”
“Look,” he says, “I can post photos of the family on my Facebook page.
Then he shows her photos of her parents on their wedding day, his sister as a baby, groups of people from years ago. She recognizes many of them, hadn’t seen some of the pictures before, hadn’t seen others in many years.
At the end of the pictures she grins and said, “That thing is pretty good!”
She’s more in tune with technology than I am. Guess I’ll have to check my phone more often.