Late Sunday Night...

11:56 p.m. Why did I do that? Just now, instead of turning off the lights, turning off the television, and going to sleep, I called Lionel's cellphone. I don't even have it anymore. His nephew took it from the hospital to try and contact folks before the funeral.

After a few rings, that familiar voice answered with that familiar, messed-up outgoing message; the one where he said, "Have a nurse day." instead of "Have a nice day." I was always after him to re-record it, but he never got around to it.

Now, instead of falling asleep, I'll lay awake who knows how long, thinking about him. Why did I do that?