Ask Lemmy

Yes.

It was in the mid 1970s, I was young, and my grandfather had just died about a week prior.

The telephone rang at my grandmother’s house, and it was always my job to race through the house like an idiot and be the first person to pick up the phone.

“Hello?” I said into the phone.

My grandmother and people who were there at the time, would always listen from wherever they were in the house to learn who was calling. My mother and my grandmother were just a few feet away from me.

“Jak?” It was my grandfather’s voice.

My blood ran cold.

“Pops?” I said into the receiver.

Everyone in the room stopped talking, and turned towards me.

“Jak, put your grand mother on the phone this is important”. My grandfather said to me on the phone.

I stood there with the phone pressed against my ear, not believing what I was hearing.

“Jak?” My grandfather’s voice said again.

My mother and grandmother could tell by the look on my face that I wasn’t kidding.

“Jak!?” Again, his voice, but a little further away.

“Pops?!” I said again.

“Jak?” I could tell by the way he was talking he couldn’t hear me. A second later, his voice faded, and there was a dial tone.