Conversing With Mom in Heaven

Me: I really don’t like you being gone. I’ve picked up the phone over a thousand times to tell you something that happened.

Mom: I heard you.

Me: I wanted to tell you about how I actually wrote a book that I dedicated to you.

Mom: I know I was so touched.

Me: I’ve been getting so overwhelmed lately, I need a cup of tea with you.

Mom: Brew a cup and let’s chat.

Me:  Seriously, Mom. I get so frazzled I want to cry. I have, in fact. I feel like I’m losing it.

My mind is like a mini- tornado!

Mom: Slow down. I‘ve told you this before. Why don’t you listen to me?

Me: If only you could give me some advice.

Mom: I just did. Are you listening? Maybe you need hearing aids.

Me: I’ve been asking God, the Blessed Mother, St Anthony and a bunch of others for

guidance.

Mom: St. Anthony is hiding from you. You’ve worn the man out. Just slow down, Anne.

Me: Mom, I wish we had time right now.

Mom: I’ve got time. I’m right here, right now.

Me: If only you could hear me.

Mom: This is why St Anthony is hiding. Slow down and listen. I’m right here.

Me: There’s so much I need to tell you.

Mom: I’ll brew the tea. You start talking.

Me: I miss my mom.

Mom: I’m right here. I always have been. I always will be.

Me: I think I’ll have a cup of tea.

Mom: I’ll take sugar and milk in mine. I may need two cups. Brew extra.

Me: I always loved having a cup of tea with my mom.