Good Grief

Three years ago, this same month I received a phone call that made my heart stopped. For a second, I was pronounced dead.  It was almost noon and I had just came home from work. On my way, I decided to get my laundry. It was somehow a normal afternoon. I was glad I survived another day at the graveyard. But on that single day, that afternoon, even before I got that call, I felt a peculiar sense of absence—a strong urge of sudden longing that I knew.. I knew it had to be IT. So when I picked up the phone and uttered the first word, I knew it should have been Goodbye instead of  “Hello”. Goodbye, Mom.
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