The last moments are the ones you keep in your heart always.
The last conversation I had with my Mom was interrupted. I felt this
sense of urgency to speak with her. Unfortunately, at the time, she
preferred to talk to my nephew. He was all excited about school and she
focused all her attention on him.
Normally, I would not have minded, but that day I was leaving to get
back to Pennsylvania and I only had a few moments. For some strange
reason, she did not want to speak to me that day.
I walked upstairs, feeling kind of hurt and disappointed.
I just didn't want to leave without having a few minutes to speak to
I actually didn't know what to say when she finally found a few minutes
to talk. She looked at me, kind of annoyed, asking me what I wanted.
"I just wanted to spend some time talking to you before I leave."
"You know how special you are.", my Mom told me.
"No, I don't know. I wish someone would tell me. Sometimes I feel
invisible in a crowd, like I am not important."
"I know you're here and you are special. Don't ever forget it. I am very
proud of you."
My Mom looks me in the eye and says, "Now stop crying and let me see you
I smiled back at her but I felt inside like I was going to burst into
tears. Almost like this was the last time I would see her.
I was right.
It was a few weeks later I found out. And that day I walked for miles
with tears coming down my cheeks trying to remember how special her
words were and how they touch my life. The last moments, a few words,
and what really matters in life.