The Phone Call
Please allow me to share a recent happening with you.
My dearest Mother left this planet, crossed over, died – whatever one wants to call it — (I choose to call it dying or passing on to the next life) — a little over six years ago. In her sickest days just before that, we had this conversation:
“Mom, will you please let me hear from you
when you pass over or get to that next place?”
“Yes, I will do that.”
I must tell you that I’ve thought about that conversation many times since that day. And I must also tell you that I hadn’t received a word from her in all that time until….
One morning last week my phone rang. When I picked it up, there was only silence on the other end.
“Hello,” I said. “Hello,” I said once more.
It was then that this soft, ethereal voice spoke.
It said to me, “My daughter…”
Though I listened for more words, there were none.
And there was no sound of hanging up from the other end of the phone.
After a long moment, I hung my phone up very slowly.
I say that was my Mother keeping her promise to me.
What do you say?