Me: (holding a banana to my ear and one out to Hank) Ring, ring… Ring, ring.
Hank: (grabbing his banana) Hello?
Me: Hello. Is Hank available, please?
Hank: (banana to his ear) This is Hank.
Me: Hi, Hank. This is your mother. I was wondering if you would like a banana?
Hank: I would and I know… I know… If I eat this banana then we can no longer talk on these banana phones, but I want a banana, yes.
Me: (banana still to my ear) Roger that. Thought I’d give you a call. Let’s hang up then and I will open your banana.
Hank: (banana still to his ear) Sounds good. (mimes hanging up)
Me: (mimes hanging up) Shall I open your banana like a monkey or a human?
Hank: Um… monkey.
Me: (opening the banana from the bottom) Oh man, this may be the most perfect banana ever.
Hank: Ohhhhh! I wanna eat it!
Me: You’re so lucky to have bananas. You know you Avó-avó Aldina (great-grandmother) never once tried a banana.
Me: Yes, she was famously stubborn and when asked if she wanted a banana she would say, “bananas don’t grow in Portugal why would I want one?”
Hank: But banana’s grow in Madeira.
Me: True, but Madeira is a semi-tropical island in the middle of the ocean. She meant on the continental part of Portugal. She also famously never, ever ate beef.
Me: Nope. She used to say, “Cows are to work in the field, why would you eat a cow? They are needed.”
Hank: (mouth full of banana) nodding. Her life was very different than mine. I loved her. I remember her hands and sitting in her lap in Alentejo.
Me: She was someone very special. We are very lucky to have loved and been loved by her.
Hank: And now she is on her next journey. (pause) I hope it’s great.
Me: It’s a mystery, but knowing Aldina, she has made it great.