Yesterday I phoned grandma. I haven’t seen her for a while, I talk to her on the phone and she always tells me that she misses us and that she never thought that something like that would happen (meaning COVID 19 infection etc).
She thinks about Alkis (my brother), studying for final exams- she would prepare orange juice for him and bring fruit candy for us like every Spring.
And then, I started playing the piano to her! And as music spread in the room, memories came with our granny on Sunday gatherings, birthdays, summer days and helping us with homework afternoons. Through the open phone I could hear her voice emotional sending all sort of wishes for the best.
I felt that we had our moment, we connected, we had lived.