the phone call my mother took
by Sarah Shapard
I was slicing strawberries, when my mother answered the phone, receiving the sad news that her neighbor, who lived two houses down the street, passed away. She drew her last breath before the sun came up and above the horizon. I had already been up for hours during the night before the call came unable to sleep because of a nasty cold and was unaware that at the same time our neighbor was dying. Hearing this news put things into perspective. My mother had lost a close friend, someone whom she adored, so we sat at this table, reminiscing and eating strawberries.