He had spent several hours sitting alone at the café, lost in his own thoughts.
It was nothing but a thin, long strip of graph paper with a squiggly line describing peaks and valleys at regular intervals. There wasn’t even a date on it, just her name and what he assumed was her file number, but it still had managed to dislodge too many hidden memories and feelings. He took another sip from the now cold coffee while his finger gently followed the trajectory of a long-gone heartbeat.
Did he miss her? He wasn’t sure if it was cruel or simply sad of him to admit he really didn’t know. They had never been close, especially in her later years. But there are some bonds which just can’t be ignored.
It was getting late and most of the other patrons were gone. He carefully folded the piece of yellowed paper and put it back in his pocket. As he walked out into the gentle rain, he couldn’t help but smile and shed a tear at the same time.
He had suddenly realized that, for the first time since he was a small child, this was the closest he had been to his mother’s heart.