This is my reality, this is in my head every day, this is my memory of the day and night that I lost my mom…..
I call you, no answer
(you will call me back)
This is your new pattern, don’t pick up, don’t call back
(slow worry sets in)
(why aren’t you answering? Please pick up)
Continue on with my day
(call mom again later, you will answer, you're just napping)
Call again no answer
(What the hell mom why aren't you answering…….you're fine, probably drinking)
Go to my internship, worry on the back of my brain
Call again, no answer
(ok this is not like you mom, please answer your phone so I know you’re ok)
Call Brandon, maybe he has heard from you
(nope, well shit, you're ok, you have to be ok)
(I will check on you tomorrow)
Nope tomorrow is too long, check on you now.
(you're ok, I know you're ok)
Put the key in the door, deep breath
Lights are off, TV is on. I slowly walk in
(you're ok, just sleeping, or drunk)
Stand in the dark staring at your body, trying to focus to see your breathing.
(why aren't you moving? Why aren't you waking up? You're a light sleeper)
I turn on the bathroom light
(Why aren’t you moving mom? What’s wrong with your feet?)
I slowing move towards your head, I notice your hands, the colors not right
(no, no, no. no, no, no, no, no, no…..MOM!!!!!)
I run to turn on a brighter light, run back to your side and yell your name, Mom!!! MOM!!!
(No, no, no, MOM! MOM! Can't touch you, but I have to)
I touch your leg…Ice cold. Shaking, crying, dog jumping on me
(you’re really dead, you’re really dead, no, no, no, no)
Call 911, hands shaking, heart pounding.
(you can’t be dead mom, no, no, no, no)
“My moms dead”
“Ok what is the address”
(shaking, tears, panic)
“Do you want to start CPR”
“No she’s dead, her fingers are black, she’s ice cold, she’s dead”
(I need to call Brandon, I’m all alone)
“Ok go outside and wait for the police”
I hear sirens, I see lights, I need Brandon
(You’re really dead, this can’t be happening)
Time passes fast, time passes slow. We cry, we talk about you, we cry in each others arms. We are now without you, without dad, it’s just Brandon and me.
Sitting in a daze, having conversation, crying
It’s time to say goodbye. I’m not ready. It came too fast.
(How can this be happening, not ready to say goodbye, not ready to see you for the last time)
Brandon and I hold hands, I pull down the blanket, we cry, I come around and sit with you, I place my hand on your head, I tell you how sorry I am, how much I love you.
(No, no, no, no, no, no deep, deep cry from deep within me escapes my soul)
I kiss you, I touch you one last time, it’s time
(no, no, no, no, no….I don’t want to say goodbye to you mom)
I can’t control my tears, I can’t control my sobs, I can’t control my pain it is out for all to witness. Brandon holds me as I kneel to the ground. The sobs release.
(Damn it mom I miss you already, why did you have to die?)
I watch them take you away in a body bag, put into the back of a van and driven away. A piece of my soul left with you that night.
(This is really happening, she’s really gone, I just found my mom dead)
I carry these memories; I carry this moment with me every day. Different parts of this night pop into my mind at any given moment taking my breath away. Losing my mom has been the second hardest thing I have had to go through. No matter what my mom and I had a special connection and I will always and forever miss her.
Mom I love you beyond words…You are my mom. Love is bigger than death and in that very moment my love for you was breaking my soul, breaking my heart because I love you so very much. We are connected more than I could handle, my love for you was too much for me to get too close and I am so very sorry. You will never be forgotten and I miss you so, so, so very much.