I've written that my mom died about three years ago. So I'm at work and hear a vibration. Cool - it's my phone, so I pick it up and see who is calling.
I don't screen calls, I'm just curious. So I look at the caller and it says..."Mom". I didn't have a cellphone three years ago.
So a rush of emotions fall over me. I always miss my mom, but just seeing "Mom" in print sort of rips my heart out all over again.
Then I glance at the number. My home phone? Mom? My house?
Then it hits me. I grabbed my son's phone by mistake on my way out the door today.
Not a haunted phone at all, just a frantic teen removed from his lifeline, and once again it is I who am "Mom".