She is Gone

I,once, heard a story about a middle-aged daughter getting up and going to the kitchen to make her
Sunday morning call to her mother...her mother had died that week.. I found it hard to believe..

Until today, I am becoming familiar with a position with a new company.  While engaging in the routine of my shift, I reflected on the day's details that I would share with Nicole..except I can not

because she is gone..I can no longer pick up the phone..