The phone would have rung about 11:00 this morning.
“Happy Thanksgiving, honey.”
My mom. And she did it on Christmas, and Easter, and our birthdays, and our anniversary, always that call to begin the day.
It’s been 17 years since I’ve heard that phone call. It was her habit. Call the kids and wish them a happy ____________(whatever). Her voice, tuned to the emotional strings of the day, rang into the depths of me. I could depend on it. Like clockwork, as they say. No call this morning, no voice…
…except in my heart, where I will always hear it.
November 23, 2012 at 7:40 am
Beautiful sentiment Maggie… our mothers are always with us and in out hearts, spiritually or physically. My mother is still living but yes one day I shan’t hear her words with the early morning Happy…. calls either and to think at times I get frustrated and say …why must you ring so early…