There is a woman in the hospital desperately trying to reach her daughter...
The only problem is Jordan ( the daughter ) is unaware because not only does the mother but the hospital some how have my number on file.
First I decided to ghost the call until I ended up having all these "please call mom" voicemails on my phone. ( You may or may not remember my mom died July 3rd 2015. )
So I decide to answer and explain my name is not Jordan, there is no Jordan at this telephone number, and lastly to please stop contacting me. Well the calls kept on coming. So this morning a wee bit frustrated at 5am the voice says "hello sweetie it's mom," and the statement I muster up is, "no lady my mom is very very dead and you mam' are really fucking with my already very delicate complicated grief cycle. Please please stop calling me".
Hello horrible start to an already painful day. I hope you enjoy soul crushing what little emotional stability I have.
