Each morning at 7am and again at 7pm I call my Mom and I’ve been doing this ever since Dad passed away. She looks forward to my call and each morning she wants to know if I have heard form the kids… and each morning I tell her no and that I take it as no news is good news and we laugh and we talk about our day ahead of us or at night what we did. Her days are spent in an empty house - -silent now days. Dad always like to have the TV on… he loved the old shows.
The other evening I was talking to her and it just broke my heart… she was telling me about her day doing around the house and then she told me that it had been a couple of days since she had been over to the cemetery… she said “I just had to go check on Charles Ray”… it took everything in me not to lose it… After being married for what would have been 62 years June 22 I guess that need is just something you can’t let go of. I know how I still hurt and I can’t even think how bad she has to hurt. Living there in the house and seeing him everywhere and nowhere now.
Dad would always get up early and have coffee made for Mom… little things like that…
This has been on my mind the past few days and I am hoping by writing about it, it will make me feel better.
