Mothers and Daughters and Stories to Tell
Yesterday just about dinner time I got a call from the daughter. From the moment I answered the phone I was mesmerized by the sound of her voice. She was so excited. Had things she just had to tell someone before she busted. I was the lucky recipient of all this unbridled passion and gusto. I just sat and listened. It was good to hear her voice and hear her exuberance.
Today I was feeling that very same way and went to pick up the phone to call my Mom. Oh Damn. There are no more phone calls to her. It had been 3 weeks. How could I forget that she will not be answering her phone. She will not be listening to my long winded stories and excitement about my latest quilting project. Today Mom, I really miss you.
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