I had barely woken up. I can't sleep past nine these days, and I had just turned over to look at the clock when my phone rang. I took a moment to look at the number and the time on the face of my phone. Unidentified number. 8:00.
I looked back at my alarm clock. 9:03. Daylight Losing has begun. "Hello?"
"Hi Sweetheart. It's Mom."
I haven't spoken to my mom in nearly 3 weeks, which is longer than we've gone without talking to each other for a long time. Probably since I first moved out and was having a vicious independent streak. My mom is my connection to the world that truely matters. It's sad to say that I just barely got my sisters' telephone numbers, and that I was only out of touch with mom because I don't know my Aunt's or Grandmother's numbers. My mother fills me in on all the details and I adjust my Family-Energy appropriately. I'm surrounded by strangers without her. (My dad is home, but he ignores the telephone. Their voicemail has been full for a week and a half. )
"Mom, I've been trying to call everyone, I left a message at T's house and I called what I thought was V's number but..."
"Honey, it's okay. Have you talked to your dad? Silly question, I suppose."
My proceeded to tell me a story of love, and pain, and death. She told me a story of heroism, and extreme bravery, miracles, clarvoiance, hallucination and hurt. She told me a true story about my family. Miracle Milk, accurate perception of one's own death, washing machines by magic. A raging bull steadied by the hand of a small elf, flights in the night and a young man standing up against his fear for his mother's safety.
My favorite uncle has passed. It was difficult and courageous.
*hugs sonya*
Posted by: UnderwearNinja at October 31, 2005 10:47 AM