Wilria Bey Tribute

My mother would call me everyday. She didn't always have anything to say, but she wanted to know what I was doing. Even if I was doing nothing, it didn't seem to matter to her. It finally occured to me that she might just want to hear my voice, so I started calling her earlier in the day. She would still make her call, though. It is very humbling to be loved so much. Even though I was never much of a telephone talker, I would love to hear her voice again. Mother, I love and miss you. Cheryl