When his parents were alive, Adam was always busy.
Busy with work. Busy with friends. Busy with tomorrow.
His mother called every Sunday at 7 p.m.
Sometimes he answered.
Most times he said, “I’ll call you back.”
His father left short voicemails:
“Just wanted to hear your voice.”
Adam thought there would always be another chance.
One rainy night, a police officer knocked on his door.
An accident.
Two names.
Silence after.
Weeks later, Adam finally cleaned his phone.
There were 14 missed calls from Mom.
3 voicemails from Dad.
He pressed play.
His father’s voice shook:
“Son… your mom made your favorite food. Please call us.”
Adam fell to the floor.
For the first time in his life…
he had all the time in the world —
and no one left to call.
Now every Sunday at 7 p.m.,
Adam still looks at his phone.
Not because it rings.
But because he wishes it would.
If your parents are still alive — call them today.
One day, you’ll be too late.
