"Hello my darling Andrea!" was the last time I heard my mother's voice. She left me a message on my cell phone and I was checking old messages to clear my mail box out when I first heard it. It had been a few days since she had passed away and I remember sitting in the van, a rainy day in March, playing it on my speaker phone over and over. "Hello my darling Andrea!" I wept from the depths of my soul.
I hope the sound of her voice and her cherished words remain in my memory for years to come. It is one of the few fond memories I have chosen to keep. "Hello my darling Andrea." The sound is sweeter than church bells playing on your wedding day.
Another sweet sound of my mother's voice I can hear from my memory box is from the message she had on her own answering machine. It went exactly like this, "Hello. Neither Tom or Almeda
are available to take your call. We do have a clever machine that will do so for us. Please leave your message, time and day you are calling and we will be sure to return your call just as soon as we can. DeColores and Shalom."
I used to tease her about this message. She was so sensitive and she'd get upset. God, I miss my mom today. It has been a long time since I have thought about her. It has been 18 months since she has passed away. The first year I thought of her daily and cried often. Now, there are several days that have gone by and I forget about her. For some reason, just now, I heard her rich voice say, "Hello my darling Andrea."
Hello Mom. I miss you. I love you.