Monday, April 14, 2014

The Rest of the Story

I received a call on March 1st.

It was my mother, and she was in the hospital.

She's anti-medical, so I knew it had to be bad.

It was.

A diagnosis of terminal cancer.

That was six weeks ago.

Today, she is gone.

I didn't even get to see her or say goodbye.

I'm glad she is no longer suffering.

But I'm so sad that she suffered at all.

And I am devastated over what could have been.

My mom and I had a rocky relationship.

But we were too close-knit to give up on each other.

This happened so fast, I can't put it into words.

Shock and sorrow to the point of physical pain.

I can't believe this chapter is closed.

My parents are gone.

I can't even wrap my brain around that.

They died too damn young.

My mama was funny.

She was feisty as hell.

She was the most stubborn person I've ever met.

And she will be missed beyond belief.