Call Me

My father died in 2015 and, with him, part of my mother.

She didn’t die in a romantic “I can’t live without you,” kind of way, she died as in the mom I knew and grew up with.
Or perhaps she’s shedding a skin she never wanted? An assignment she never consented to?

All I know is that the mother I’ve counted on for nearly 40 years isn’t there anymore. And I don’t know how to tell her. I want her to be happy and fulfilled… and I wish she would call me sometimes.

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  1. Rina April 13, 2018 at 11:56 am

    My mom never calls me either. I finally told her when she complained that I hadn’t called her that she could call me. She looked at me like she hadn’t thought of it. Now she does. Every so often. Tell her.

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