Sunday, 14 March 2010
Mother's Day was bound to strengthen memories of Hugh and so it did. I keep remembering past years when I would perhaps receive cards, sometimes flowers, but always a phone call or text message, unless he was on tour and just wasn't able to. All his phone calls would end with 'Love you, Mum' and I still often 'hear' that in my head and it still feels so real.
"I know Hugh will be with you today," my younger daughter had written in my card so he was very much on my mind when the phone rang this morning. I picked it up, thinking it might be one of my daughters.
"Hi'" said a male voice at the other end. Just for the merest split second, Hugh flashed into my head. But of course it wasn't.
"Oh, sorry, I seem to have the wrong number," said the voice.
"It seems you have," I said, and he ended the call with an apology.