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  • Cecil Lewis Jr.

Son, It's Time To Call Your Mother

Updated: Jan 3

It was 5 years ago today; I received the call that no son or daughter wants to receive. “Cecil Mom is gone”. The world as I had known it came to an end and would never be the same. Although I knew this moment would come, there was no way to prepare for it.


This morning as I woke, I began to think about this day and to think about my Mom. I said to myself, “I cannot believe it has been five years”. Unfortunately, I have come to learn that the pain you feel from the loss of someone that you love so much is a hurt that doesn’t lessen with time.


As I sat and cried a bit this morning, I thought about what I would say to Mom, if I could just talk with her one more time.


I think the conversation would go something like this:


Oh, Mom! How I have longed to talk with you. Yes…………… I am doing alright you don’t need to worry about me.


Dad and Lisa are doing well too. The kids are really growing up. Tyler has a great job in New York City, Emily is finishing her last year of college and Krista owns a beauty salon in Florida.


Yes……….I am still in Germany…………I know Mom………….I have always had a crazy life. Guess what? I am singing again. No Mom, it is not gospel music. But I think you would like it.


Mom, I wanted to tell you that although I know you are in a better place now. In my selfish way, I still wish you were here with me. I miss you so much. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you and I still try very hard to make sure that you would be proud of me.


I was thinking about how you used to send me text messages from time to time that read “son, it is time to call your Mother”. I miss talking to you. You were the best listener in the world.


I wanted to let you know that I have several of the quilts you made in my house. Do you remember when you gave me a quilt to bring to Germany, you told me to “Cecil Jr., I want you to use the quilt, it is not a piece of art”. Well, Mom, I use it. The threads are getting bare and a bit tattered, but I sleep with my quilt on my bed every night. I know it sounds crazy but knowing that you touched every inch of the quilt when you were making it, makes me feel as I have a bit of you near to me.


What Mom?.............Okay, I know you must go.


Just a second…………..I need to say one more thing. Thanks, Mom! Thanks for always being there for me, thanks for believing in me, thanks for teaching me, thanks for standing by me and thanks for making me feel I was loved every day of my life. I could really use a big Mom hug right now.


Yes, Mom…………..I know you love me. Okay, I will try not to be so sad. I love you too.