During a phone call to my mom a month ago I jokingly told her that she needed to live to be 900. Just the thought of not having her near, an ever present influence, was almost too much to fathom.
5 weeks ago. Tuesday morning. 3 days before my 34th birthday.
She answered my call to her cell phone.
Until that moment my day was one of errands and laughter as I rode shotgun, keeping my significant other company. My mom’s voice, weariness coupled with strength I can only hope for, expressed words that took my mind hours to completely comprehend.