It was a year ago today that I last heard your voice. We spoke almost everyday on my way to or from work. What a sweet lil voice you had that just melted at my heart. Your cries of joy or cries of grief were music to my ears. Even then before you were gone, it was always a treat.
We spoke about your family trip to the Schlitterbaum you had just days before. Your sounds of love and life coming back even better than before. You had such hope Mary, such hope!
You mentioned to me some worries you had about your lil Kelsey. You didn't tell me any details - that you wanted to spare. You said we would talk about it later when she wasn't in the car with you... you said, "don't worry, it's not an eating disorder or anything like that".... I couldn't wait to talk to you again, but that didn't happen.... you were gone.
Luckily I met your friend Laurie who you saw that night after that call and a month later I got to hear what your worries were because you shared them with her. I thought I would be tormented the rest of my life wondering what it was, but instead, you eased that pain and shared it to me through Laurie.
Yes, we have conversations now, but not like we did, my eyes are open and I hear your special calls.
