So I called the number of my deceased mom. It’s been 17 years since her death. I did it because I miss her so much. I did it because the emptiness that I feel with so many of my so-called “important” relationships made me feel desperate enough to want to call her old number.
So I did.
A lady answered. I told her what I was doing. That I was just sad, feeling empty. That I just had to call my mom’s old number. She understood. She listened, and so did I. She had time, and seemed to feel comfortable unloading to a stranger. Medicare not covering her care. Pet issues. Distant relationships with her daughter. It all resonated.
We spent about an hour on the phone. I had to return to my life, and she to her soaps. We did not say that we would remain in contact, though I did let her know that was a possibility. She thought that would be nice. I doubt it will happen. I did send her a photo of our grandson, and found it refreshing to not read “yeah, I saw it on Facebook.”
I wasn’t really looking for answers. Just connection. We accomplished that. That’s all I wanted. That’s apparently all she wanted as well. Thanks mom for the cosmic link that brought a ray of sunshine to my day and to that of a complete stranger.