Tidbits about my mom ?
I have this irrational fear that as the more time passes, I�ll begin to forget things my mom did, said, her gestures and how big her smile was. If it weren�t for saved voicemails, I believe I�d forgotten her soft but firm voice. It has become a bit of a ritual that every night before bed, I lay in bed and try to remember little things about my mom to keep her fresh and alive in my mind. Whenever my mom called me, she�d ask me, �How is my boy?� The boy she was referring to was Sean. Whenever I would ask my mom, �What�s up?� she would reply, �The sky�. My mom was such a great listener that when we spoke on the phone, I often thought that our call had dropped because she was so quiet. And when I would ask, �Hey mom, you there?� she would reply, �I�m here, just listening�. It wasn�t that she was quiet, it was that she was intently listening to everything you had to say. When I would gain weight, my mom would say, �You�ve been eating the junks�. And it always was with an �s� on purpose ...