Dear Taylor-
Because I know you read this board, I wanted to write you a letter. I listened to your incredibly funny (and heartbreaking) segment on parents and technology earlier this week. As a "young" 57 year old, I tried not to be offended every time you called me "old"...after all, I am a grandma (Mimi) to the best
7-year-old boy I could ever ask for. I wouldn't trade that for the world. I know how to use Facebook appropriately, and typically post pics of my family (him), vacations, sometimes funny memes, etc. I absolutely HATE political shit and love to see what my friends are up to. I have a Twitter account that I use on occasion to send tweets. Sometimes I listen to your show there. I catch up on daily events each day. Nothing inappropriate. I have Instagram and post there but not as frequently. I get frustrated looking at IG because it always goes back to the beginning. I hate 'starting over' if you leave the page. I know what "Finsta" is even. Where I'm extremely ignorant, and will admit it, is Snapchat, which I fondly call "Chapsnat'...because I didn't know the name at first. (This clearly distinguishes me as OLD AF.) I've tried using it on more than one occasion...and both of my grown kids have 'friended' me so I can see their accounts, but I just don't 'get it.' Like I said, OLD AF.

Here's the crux of why I'm actually writing though. As I listened to you politely make fun of your mom talking into her phone (even though I know you were doing it with love), it reminded me that at 34 I had no idea that I would only have 3 more years with my mom. Three short years before she died of ovarian cancer. Yes Taylor, I was only 37 when my mom died and 46 when my dad died. How I wish I could have back those days and years together. I wish I could pick on them (with love) for their inability to use technology.

I guess the whole reason I wanted to write this was to help you remember to hold them a little closer and not take any of their quirks and foibles for granted. I can tell how much you worship them now and my wish for you is that you have forever to do that. Sometimes we do; sometimes we don't. It's obviously unpredictable (as you recently experienced with T2's dad). Please don't take this as preachy. Just a reminder from the heart of a listener.    ❤️❤️