ON Sunday, August 2, I left work and got a taxi home.

I left my phone accidentally in a taxi.

I know phones are lost regularly but this was sentimental to me, it was my late mother’s phone which I’ve had since she passed two years ago.

It has photos of her last days and minutes on it and messages of her and my other late friend Andrea, not to mention pictures and videos of my children.

It’s an old iPhone, cracked screen with a homemade hands free phone case made by my two children, out of a PJ Tips box.

The phone is being turned on and off.

I keep calling and have messaged explaining the importance and offered to pay for it to get it back.

There are memories I can’t get back on that phone.