Dave and Tracy and the boys are coming this summer, she mentions yet again. Fourth call actually. Seems the phone is always ringing and although at times I can not believe it is ringing again I cherish the sound of it because it is her on the other end of the line.

Someday she will forget my name. Someday soon she will forget me. Someday she won't call me anymore. I notice the minutes on the phone when we end the call. 2min -10 min-25 min and while I am rubbing my forhead with my thumb and forefinger with a wee bit of frustration, I have to smile.

I think back to when she used to call our names to come in for supper. The arguments as a teenager. The day we moved here after my father left. Just her and I. 40 Bucks in her pocket and on her way to her mothers. Back home after 19 years of marriage. Adoption of my brother and I. A daughter, a wife, a mother, a friend. Deserving of so much more. Poor angel.

I'm so gratefull . Who could I have been?

I miss you Mum.