After 47 years, it remains the saddest, most life changing day of my life thus far.
My mother had been hospitalized for 6 weeks with inoperable lung cancer. We knew what the result would be. But even if anyone thinks they are prepared, are they really?
My father and I said good night on April 1, expecting to see her the next day. Around 7:30AM, the phone rang. It was the doctor, telling us that mother had passed. I recall waking up in bed, and that the radio downstairs was playing a song I hated, and came to hate even more--"Honey," by Bobby Goldsboro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And just a week after we put down our beloved, but ailing, 14-year-old French poodle, Baby Mouse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What happens now? What does the future hold for me. I felt like Scarlett looking out on her life after seeing how the war had ravaged Tara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could never imagine then I would be where I am now. The next three-and-a-half years were difficult ones for me.
Still, I never forget this day and what it did for me. And how, like small starting engines, it ignited my life.
But the loss is still felt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1 comment:
No, you are never really prepared, and you never really get over it.
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