Today sissy would have turned 43 years old.
It has been a horrid, sad, depressing day. There was absolutely nothing good about it. It reminded me of the first Christmas without her when mom and I were just staring at the clock, waiting for the day to end. Josh had picked up Asa early today so he wasn't here to demand all of our attention. That boy is just like his mom in that respect! He insists on having everyone's attention 24/7.
At 4:10 pm this afternoon mom and I were watching "NY Med" from earlier this week and the caller ID popped up on the TV:
"Trina (555) 555-5555"
Mom and I just looked at each other, like deer frozen in headlights. For a split second I thought "she's calling to find out why we haven't gone out sooner for her birthday". Then the split second after that I remembered that it was Asa.
Josh, thankfully, has maintained her cell number and phone for Asa to use when he gets older. This is about the third time he has called me off her phone and each time it it rips my heart out in a way I never thought possible.
I talked to Asa for a few minutes and then he hung up.
I have never wanted so badly for sissy to be on the other end of that phone call.
But I am forever grateful that nobody else has her phone number.