I almost called my grandparents this evening, but something prevented me from doing so. Looking back, I’m not sure why that happened. I’m always thinking about my grandfather, hoping that he is doing well. It was around 7pm when the thought came to me to call him. Just for a couple minutes, just to see how he’s doing. Then I busied myself with making dinner, then went to read my book, then wash my hair…and before I knew it, it’s 9pm. Too late to call him.
Tomorrow I’m going to call him. And make sure it’s at an early enough time to talk.