Too Busy, Call Me Tomorrow

My dear mother passed away on December 25, 1984. I miss her very much and still sometimes think it’s her when the phone rings. (No, I’m not crazy, but I haven’t yet accepted her death.) To give a little background, my parents divorced, and at the age of 14, I went to live with my dad. My mother always called me on the telephone quite often, because we lived a long way away from each other. I was my mother’s only child, and it hurt her deeply when I went to live with my dad. She wanted to stay up to date on my life, and also to fill me in on the happenings in her life. We stayed close this way. As I got older, my life became busier. I was married and had a baby. Then came my own divorce and remarriage. I had another baby and a miscarriage. My husband and I were trying desperately to keep our failing business afloat. Add that to several other things going on; it was a very trying time. My mother had always been sickly, but didn’t complain too much. I found myself not listening to her quite often when she called. I would always say how busy I was or that I had to go do something. There seemed to always be some reason that I couldn’t talk as long as she wanted to. She also used to call me on my birthday and sing “Happy Birthday” to me. How I wish she could call me now. Oh, I’m just as busy as I always have been. Life is too short to not listen to one another. If I could do it over, I would listen for as long as she wanted to talk. My mother is gone forever, and I was too busy to listen.

Too Busy, Call Me Tomorrow

nahauser

Moorhead, United States

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