The other day on the drive home, I was thinking about my Mom & wanted to give her a call. That’s what I would’ve done any other time. A quick chat, a check-in, a “how and where are you” kind of call. And then I remembered that I couldn’t call her. My next thought was, “Maybe I could send her a text message?”
Then I realized I couldn’t do that either.
It was weird how my mind knew that I couldn’t call her – obviously – but a text message seemed perfectly reasonable. You can see that there are some synapses with extra time on their hands. Or maybe my brain was giving me a break from the constant heartache and made me forget, just for a moment, that I’ll never be able to talk to her again.
Either way, it makes me so sad.