“I got a phone call back in October of 2017. It was a number I didn’t recognize, so like I usually do, I didn’t answer it. I figured if they needed me, they will leave a voicemail. Well, this number did leave a voicemail but not for me. This number was calling to talk to their grandson, Barry. The person who was calling was named Grandmamma Margaret. I called her back to let her know she was calling the wrong number, but it took several months for Grandmamma Margaret to realize my number wasn’t Barry’s number. She called about once every two weeks to check in on Barry – whether he needed his pants hemmed or anything else he may need. I would call her back each time to let her know it was still me, and we would chat a little each time.
On December 19, 2017, Grandmamma Margaret called me for the last time thinking I was Barry. She called to wish him happy birthday but we discussed it was still me. Well, 5 days later Grandmamma Margaret called again, but this time the voicemail she left said, ‘Merry Christmas, Callie! I figured out Barry’s number. Thank you for being my friend. Love you, later.’
Ever since that phone call, we have continued a friendship. Every time she would call, I intentionally wouldn’t answer because I wanted the voicemail to listen to later when I needed some cheering up. I would always call her right back, but I just needed the voicemails to be able to listen to whenever I needed to smile. Just about 6 months before Grandmamma Margaret started calling me, I had just found out my parents were getting divorced. This news affected me, and I struggled with it a lot. I am the second oldest out of four kids with two amazing parents. The shock of their divorce took a lot out of me and my siblings but we are blessed that they are still best friends and get along very well. While going through this time of processing the news of my parent’s divorce, Grandmamma Margaret started calling me. Even though the first several months she was calling for Barry, it brought me joy to see that number come up on the phone because the amount of love and joy she had, always made me so happy.
When she realized it was my number and not Barry’s, I wondered if I would ever hear from her again. Three months of phone calls from her brought so many smiles and laughs during that time, I wasn’t ready for that to go. Well, about a week later, she called and said, ‘Hi Callie, this is Grandmamma Margaret. I am calling just to say have a good day. Love you and you have a good day. Call me. Love you, later.’ The smile on my face went from ear to ear. I called her back and we talked. We talked once a week for about 5 minutes to check in on each other. These phone calls continued for about a year and a half. We always discussed how we wanted to meet, but never really scheduled it.
About a month ago, Grandmamma Margaret called and said, ‘Hi Callie, I was just calling to say have a blessed day and to see if you wanted to come and see me soon. Love you, later.’
On March 2nd, my mom and I drove to go see Grandmamma Margaret. We picked her up and took her out to lunch. We got to talk and laugh with each other about our story. This wonderful lady is just as wonderful as she is on the phone. She wants everyone to be happy and does whatever she can to bring joy to her and everyone’s life. I am beyond blessed this sweet lady called the wrong number. Who would have known that a wrong number would have created such an amazing friendship? Grandmamma Margaret is not only a friend, but she is now family.
As Grandmamma Margaret says, ‘have a blessed day and love you, later!’”
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