My last conversation with my mom.

In recent months, my mom and I have been communicating much less. This was a good thing, and I will explain why in a later blog.

On Friday, May 3, hours before her seizure, we talked on the phone.

I was experiencing major car issues, and Brad and I had done a cost analysis. I had a set price ($3,500) for what I was willing to spend in repairs before retiring my vehicle. The estimate came in at $3,400, which is obviously under the $3,500 threshold. I decided to call my mom anyway to get her thoughts. Brad mostly kept quiet about my decision to “poll” others for their opinions when we had already determined the threshold, but I could tell he was slightly annoyed.

Once on the phone with Mom, she wanted to bring Wes into the conversation, and then I felt mildly uncomfortable, talking directly to a man I had never even met (if you know me, you know I have major phone anxiety in the first place).

We then learned that Mom and Wes were in the market for a “smart TV” due to the new streaming service they were getting, so they wanted Brad’s opinion.

By this point, all four of us were on speaker phone, bantering back and forth.

The conversation ended with her saying “Love you, honey.” I replied, “I love you too.”

Those were the last words we ever spoke to each other.

Had I not been given the (what I thought was terrible) news about my vehicle, I likely would not have talked to her that day.

I have never in my life been more grateful to spend $3,400 on car repairs. I would gladly pay $100,000 to replay that conversation, to hear her voice one more time.