I like to keep things simple and today i was going through my phone deleting old texts. Ive saved the last texts i had with my mom and in them i found a video of her speaking at an event about her sisterhood, the Bravehearts. It was so nice to just hear her voice. See her standing up. It’s hard to watch and it’s like am i trying make myself cry? I just wanted to see her.
Has your number been reassigned?
Can you hear me here, crying out for you?
Will i be able to wear mom jeans like you?
It is so odd how much more expansive my days were, talking about her, thinking about her, talking to her. Now it’s flat.