Updated: Feb 8
People no longer check their voicemails. Some people don't even leave a voicemail. I never thought something this trivial would mean so much to me. But it does.
It is the first holiday season without my mom. And it makes me sad that my partner is feeling the exact same way. Every morning during my drive to work (usually a 40-minute commute), I choose to listen to the radio or an audiobook to help pass time. Lately, I've resorted to driving in silence because all I really want to do is to hear my moms voice again.
But I'm not ready yet.
I am thankful that I still have her voicemails on my phone - which reminds me that I better back them up before they disappear for any reason. I haven't talked to mom in my dreams yet, nor Ron's mom, but I talk to them all the time because it gives me a piece of mind.
People often comment on the fact that I am very sentimental. For example, I like to keep all my ticket stubs and handwritten cards. I used to scrapbook as a hobby and really wish I could find time to do it again. I never thought it would be this soon that I would need these things to remember the most important woman in my life. I miss her everyday.
I've been meaning to get this off my chest lately. I don't know when I will be ready to listen to her voicemails asking my to call her when I get home, wondering how I'm doing and just calling me because she misses me. Hopefully, sooner than later.
Moral of the story is: never take a voicemail for granted.
Happy & healthy holidays, everyone.