I keep wishing I could just pick up the phone and call Mom. I still have moments where I pick up the phone before I remember that's she's gone. I miss our chats, her enthusiasm about any and everthing in my life. I miss her calling me to tell me about something she saw on the news. (She watched the news 24 hours/day) I miss her calling me to tell me about something she bought while shopping. I miss her calling me to bitch at me and tell me I need to "get my ass in gear!" I miss her laugh..it was this great big amazing authentic laugh! I miss her telling a story that should take 2 minutes but she spends 45 minutes telling it because she added so much color and detail. It's hard to believe that she'll never call me 10 times a day again. (yes, really, that's how many times she would call, sometimes it would drive me crazy) I'd give anything for one more phone call.
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