I grew to expect and anticipate the call. It never failed. The call always came.
Every year on the same day….sometimes early in the morning, sometimes later in the day but the call always came.
She always started singing as soon as I said hello. She sang the same song every year when she made THAT call that always came.
Her voice changed. The tune was not as smooth as it once was but the love in the message was still the same in that call that always came.
For the last two years the phone hasn’t rung with that “Happy Birthday” song from my mother but each year in my heart, I still hear it and I greatly miss….........that call that always came!