All I do is cry on this app

All I do is cry on this app It made me cry my eyeballs out I'm gonna make you cry your eyeballs out Your eyeballs out There's no warning My mother died on a Tuesday Three days later I found a grocery bag in the back seat of her car It had my name on it Inside were the things that I always forgot to buy My favorite tea, the shampoo I used, a pack of hair ties and the cookies I loved as a kid There was a receipt inside She had bought everything that morning that she died I sat in her car holding that bag for almost an hour because suddenly I remembered something The week before she called me I was tired and trying to get the kids ready for bed She started telling me about something she'd bought for me I interrupted her, Mom, I can't really talk right now She went quiet for a second Then said, That's okay, sweetheart. Go. Take care of your babies. I'll see you soon. I didn't know that was the last time I would hear her voice And she didn't know She was buying me things for the last time That's the part nobody warned me about Your mother doesn't stop mothering you when you grow up She just learned to do it in smaller ways A grocery bag, a phone call, food sent home with you Something she saw at the store and thought that you would like Shoot I used to think she worried too much Called too much Bought things that I didn't need Now I'd give anything to hear her voice or to hear her story again She called me yesterday while I was working and wanted to tell me a story I'd already heard twice I almost said, Can I call you later? Then I looked at that grocery bag I closed my laptop and listened to the whole story again because one day either she will miss my voice or I will miss hers And suddenly nothing felt more important Shoot I say it so many times over and over Hug people, love people, show up for people Pray for people, care for people, be kind Forgive Hug Days can feel long, short, but life is so, so short