This would be the last conversation I would have with my mother. The last time I would speak casually of the grocery shopping and bargain hunting I had done. The last time I would hear her voice and tell her I love you. It's a conversation that I hold onto like a priceless treasure. I don't want anything about it to be forgotten and I want to hang on to all of the fragile details of our last connection. Everything about it was normal and kind of ordinary and that is one of the things I love about it the most.
On Tuesday, March 3rd, I spoke with my mother for the last time.