I wish you peace

I was already sound asleep when the phone rang.

My Father, with whom I haven't spoken in three years, called to tell me that my Mother had died.

The first words out of my mouth were, "Oh, I'm so sorry Dad."

His final words as we ended our call were, "I love you, kid."

I doubt that my mother's death will change things between us, and I no longer hope for reconciliation as I once did.

It is enough for me, that at this particular moment, we connected as two caring people are meant to connect.

Perhaps I expect too little; but maybe, just maybe I've learned to treasure the little things.

Either way....

........ Mother, I wish you peace.