My mom and I talk most of the time in e-mail. Yes, I know I could call or visit. I used to call her every day, but it was getting expensive. So I stopped calling, thinking she’d call me, and she never did. A year or two later, I e-mailed her.
“How come you never call?”
“I never call anybody.”
Now we e-mail eachother. Two days ago, she e-mailed me to ask for all our relatives’ e-mail addresses. Her computer had somehow erased her entire address book.
Of course, she could still call these people. Never mind.
The next day, I e-mailed her all that I had. She wrote back and said, “Thanks very much. Love, Mom. P.S. By the way, whenever you sign off with ‘xoxo,’ it reminds me of my mom. She used to send me postcards when I was sick, always with a string of ‘xoxo’.”
When my mom was a little girl, she had tuberculousis and lived in a hospital for three years.
I wonder if her mom ever called. I don’t think so. She never called me, either, but she always sent me postcards, too.
“That’s where it comes from! XOXOXO, k,” I wrote back.
My mom wrote back, “XOXOXOXO!”
Good ol’ Gramma.