Monday mornings were when I would check in. When Mom and I would sync our calendars. Or I could run up after dropping off the girls to school and visit with her. She and I would sit in the kitchen at the table and talk. Mondays worked out really well because everyone was busy and we could just be.
Now, there are no calls. Now I just pick up my phone and cry. Since The Great Campaign of 2018, I don't trust anyone enough. And Granny is gone too. It's an odd feeling. Standing.
Motherless.
Fatherless.
Without war.
Just gone.
At least its dark out today.
