It didn't matter that his mother had been gone since he was just five years old, it was the principle of the thing. Every year on Mother's Day he wrote her a letter. Or tried to call her. ...which never really worked too well. Telephones didn't exactly connect to the afterlife.
He knew that there was a bunch of new people to island and was hoping a few of them had spotted his
(open for visitors, new roomies or potential new roomies. there are still rooms available if anyone's interested)