My Mom

called this morning.

She called me. I got to hear her voice. And she said that she loves me.

Her voice sounded happy and full of the love she’s so famous for giving to everyone.

I missed her call, so it was just a voicemail.

But it was all I needed. It made my day.

And, it made me cry.

Because last night I spent a little time with someone whose mom died earlier in the day. Her grief was palpable and it filled the room. She couldn’t stop crying.

I know there is a long list of things that she’ll miss about her mom.

But right now all I can think about is that phone call. That simple little phone call.