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".
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wow. that was beautiful.
Thank you. Funny, how my mom is right there always in my thoughts.
You should look up a news story "card from heaven or something"
Recently an old man died and his family members got letters from him, addressed "heaven".
He knew he was going to die so he made arrangements for the letters to get delivered after his death.
Touching, no?
BTW, how stressed was your boy living a day without his phone? :P
my mom died three years ago next month and every now and then i hear her very clearly say my name, it's very strange.
Ted- I wish something like that would happen. I've heard people say she visits them in their dreams, but never in mine. She was my best friend.
Mike - he was okay - but his girlfriend freaked out when I answered it. My voice is teen-like and she thought I was "some other girfriend" and hung up. I called her back and told her to chill, I'm his mom and to just call the house. :D
That gave me the chills at first. It would have freaked me out big time.
Even though it was your sons phone it could have been a sign from your mom.
I swear this post brought a tear to my eye and that's not all that easy to do. What a special post. Every once in awhile, I scroll through my phone book since my Dad died, and I hit talk when I reach his name.
pp and sc - It did ground me. I had talked to a friend a few minutes earlier and felt really confused and sad, this pulled me out of myself really quickly and I realized there are other things, things that matter more, that I should be focusing on that are better for me.
Sc, I find myself dialing my mom's old number and I don't realize it until I'm about to hit send. I miss her. Maybe next week I'll post her picture. She was beautiful - we looked different but had a similar voice and laugh.
I'm not ready to let her go.
Wow, it's almost like your biggest wish in the world came true, at least for a second, and then your mind realizes that it really can't be her. Then the unfairness of it all hits again.
It's been thirty years since my mom died, yet had that been my phone my heart would have skipped a beat as well.
30 years is a long time, but it's strange how some pain doesn't really dull over time.
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