My phone seems to have a mind of its own of late, and the other evening I saw that it had auto-dialed the bugler who played Taps in 2021 at my husband’s burial. I quickly hung up the phone.
But when he learned someone at an unknown number had tried to reach him, he decided to return the call and find out who had called. I told him what had happened, that I had not meant to call him, but that my phone auto-dialed by mistake.
I explained that he was the bugler at my husband’s graveside service. His wife had accompanied him that day. I gave him my name, the name of the cemetery, and then mentioned the reception held in the fellowship hall of a nearby church. I had hired a caterer so that all the attendees could take some time to nibble food while talking to friends and family who knew and loved Ron.
All of that jogged his memory. I thought that would be the end of our conversation, but no, it wasn’t. He took delight in sharing news of the adventures he and his wife were having. He talked about health issues that were resolved. But what particularly cheered me was that he had a fun event booked shortly. He was looking forward to playing in a Polish dance band in a few weeks.
What a delightful conversation that sprang from my auto-dialed mistake!