My younger brother calls me tonight.
He is asking for advice... and needing a listening ear.
My boys kept saying, "You're still on the phone with Uncle Tim??!!"
After I am finally off the phone, I explained to my boys that when they are grown, they will call each other just to talk or for advice.
...or maybe they will call me.
Then fighting my voice from cracking, I say, "I wish I could still call my mom still sometimes..."
You can see Sam's wheels turning. "Is she in heaven?" he asks.
"Yep." I reply nodding.
"Well... then... you can call up to heaven, Mom... it's called a prayer."
Such insight for a five year old.
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