One of the things I really appreciate about my newly-discovered sister Leslie, who lives in The Bronx, is that she calls and texts me several times a day.
Before we reconnected, I used to worry about dying in my sleep. Since no one called or texted me regularly or wouldn't be concerned if they haven't heard from me, I always imagined my landlord would be the first to discover I was gone—probably around the 5th of the month when the rent was late.
Now that Leslie and I are in touch, I told her that if I don’t respond to her calls or texts after a while, she should call again. And if she still doesn’t hear from me, I asked her to let my sister Cheryl know, so she can come check on me to make sure I’m okay—or to confirm the worst.
I even gave Leslie a list of people to notify in case I pass away.
&
some instructions.
currently listening to Smokie Norful - I Need You Now
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