A short story about the day my mother passed away.

My Wednesday started off as usual,
rolling out of bed in the morning,
getting up and heading to work.

Each morning I drive by the brown
house, always noticing how dark and
quiet it looks. I always have the feeling
of wanting to go back to bed and go
to sleep because I knew who lived there;
my mom- the home away from home.

I got to work and I could feel something
wasn’t right. I knew mother wasn’t feeling
her best so I knew to call her when she got
up later that morning. Unfortunately I never
got to make that call.

All of the sudden within a matter of a few
short hours I got a phone call saying something
was wrong. I had to ride over to mother’s house, but I kept thinking why? They wouldn’t tell me over the phone- what’s going on? The ride to mother’s house seemed so long this morning for some reason- time was trying to prepare me for the worst.

I finally got to my mother’s house-
an awful and uncomfortable scene.
Why are there so many police cars here?
Why are there so many officers standing in the yard?


Where is my mother- I want to see her!
The worst news of my life was waiting for me,
At this point I’m demanding answers
but who do I talk to? Then out of no where a
detective walks up to me- he wants to know some answers to questions he has but the first thing he said was “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Oh no!”
“No!”
“No- you can’t tell me that!”
“She’s supposed to be here!”

I can’t hold any tears-
I can’t think straight-
I lost it- right there in the open!
I didn’t have the strength nor
could I even try to stand on my feet.

I’m sitting in the back of a police car-
crying and screaming-
The detective is the last person I want
to look at after hearing such devastating news! I wanted to be left alone!
Don’t ask me questions about her!
I’m supposed to answer questions after literally
having all of my strength torn and
drained away from my heart!





Hell- I have questions of my own!
What happen to her? Where did you take her?
How much longer till all of these damn cops
will get off the lawn, out of the house, and just
go the hell away?

“She’s at the hospital- she was just pronounced dead.”

“I want to go see her- take me to her!” I thought. Riding over to the hospital I thought the storm was over- but yet everyone didn’t know what happened. Everyone didn’t know who God took that morning.
I thought I was in so much pain- I was paralyzed! How could I tell my grandmother her youngest daughter was gone?

I get to the hospital and all I want to see is my mother. It feels like so much time has gone by and I haven’t seen her yet- then a few doctors and nurses come asking me more questions-
I just want to her for goodness sake!

I finally get to her and I just realized at the point this will be one of the last times I’ll see her. She looked as if she was sleeping- I kept thinking come on mommy, wake up, please, wake up? I knew deep down she wasn’t.
She was long gone.




I held her hand for as long as I could
and just looked at her, as I had my last
silent cry with her. I spoke to her.
I let her know that I will remember everything
you told me and that I will try and do my best
to make us both happy.

She wanted me to remember that she was
happy- for the longest time when we talked
about that it didn’t make sense, until I saw
her motionless in the bed. I think at this point
of the day that was the only peaceful sight I had.

My heart has been ripped out of my chest!
A void was created and nothing can fill it.
My body is aching and sore-
I know I can’t do anything
for the rest of the day-
It was dark in that room but it was so
sunny when I walked outside of the hospital.

A new chapter in my life just started
but now I had to figure out where to
go from here and most of all I was starting
on a new journey- alone.