I tend to speak with my parents on the phone every other week. Last week, my mother called and I did not call her back. I was just busy.
This morning while taking Ethan to baseball, I hear the following voice mail message:
Ben, it’s you mom. Call me. Your father is having surgery!
I called her at the game. She proceeds to tell me in a very conversational tone that my father is having his knee replaced…NOVEMBER 14TH!!!
Silly me, I thought she was having an actual emergency. AHHGAGA
I think I will leave her the following message:
Hi Mom, it’s Ben. I am dying.
Technically this is true. I am mortal. Some day, I will in fact, die.