After my mom passed away, everything felt heavy and unfamiliar. The house was quieter, my heart ached constantly, and even the simplest daily routines felt overwhelming. A couple of weeks later, my phone stopped working, leaving me feeling even more cut off from the world.
Seeing how stressed I was, my dad handed me my mom’s old phone. “It still works,” he said gently. I switched the SIM card and started using it. At first, it felt strange holding something that had belonged to her, but I saw it as a temporary solution.
Two weeks later, I received a voicemail notification. Assuming it was from work or a friend, I pressed play — and froze. It was my mom’s voice.
Her familiar, comforting tone filled the room as she reminded me to take care of myself, to slow down when life felt overwhelming, and to never forget how much she loved me. I sat there in tears, overwhelmed by the sound of her voice.
Somehow, that old voicemail had been waiting for me — like a small gift delivered exactly when I needed it most. It wasn’t just a message; it felt like she was still with me.
In that moment, I realized that sometimes the smallest things — a voice, a memory, a few kind words — can remind us that love never truly leaves.
