Missing the sound of your voice, Mom… it was home, love, and comfort all in one. 💔💖 .
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Mom, that silence is heavier than anything I’ve ever known. It’s not just the absence of sound—it’s the absence of you. It follows me into the quiet nights, where the stillness is so sharp it almost hurts. It lingers in the mornings when I instinctively reach for the phone, half-expecting to see your name, to hear you say mine. And in those moments, I feel the ache of reality press harder against my heart. I never realized how much life depended on your voice until it was gone. That simple call—whether it was just to check in, to remind me of something small, or to share a laugh—carried a weight of love that words can hardly describe. It was more than sound; it was a lifeline, a connection that anchored me even when the world felt unsteady. Without it, I feel untethered, like a piece of me is missing. I’d give anything to go back, just once more, to hear you call me like you used to. To hear the warmth in your tone, the way your words carried not just care, but a deep and unconditional love. That simple sound was everything—love, home, and safety all wrapped into one. And now, I carry the echo of it in my heart, a memory that I replay over and over, even though it never feels enough. Every day, I wish I could hear it again. I wish I could hold on to that comfort, that reassurance that you were there, always watching over me. Though the silence is heavy, so too is the love you left behind. And maybe, just maybe, somewhere beyond what I can see or hear, your voice still whispers my name—soft, eternal, and waiting for the day we’ll meet again.
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