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The silence is killing me.
February 13th, 2011 06:08 pmI saw this on Post Secret today.
Just the other day I was struck by how often my mom would call. She'd call me over a dozen times a week, and every message started the same way: "Hey, hun. It's me. Just want to say hi."
Don't get me wrong, I talked to her almost every day; she just seemed to have some kind of radar for calling when I was in class, the shower, or something. So I'd usually delete the messages at "Hey, hun...." Not because I didn't care, but because I'd most likely already talked to her since she left it, or I was about to call her anyway, and I knew she'd prefer to tell me whatever herself.
God I wish I'd kept even one of those messages. I'll never hear that "Hey, hun..." again.
Just the other day I was struck by how often my mom would call. She'd call me over a dozen times a week, and every message started the same way: "Hey, hun. It's me. Just want to say hi."
Don't get me wrong, I talked to her almost every day; she just seemed to have some kind of radar for calling when I was in class, the shower, or something. So I'd usually delete the messages at "Hey, hun...." Not because I didn't care, but because I'd most likely already talked to her since she left it, or I was about to call her anyway, and I knew she'd prefer to tell me whatever herself.
God I wish I'd kept even one of those messages. I'll never hear that "Hey, hun..." again.
