Mother

You left this earth on the 22nd of November. A Monday… the most dreaded day of the work week.

At 1:06pm you sent me a text saying you missed my voice, so I called you on my 30 minute work week to tell you how dramatic you were for sending me a text like that. You seemed fine when I called you around 2:30pm. You were worried about me, your granddaughter, my brother and my sister, but you were always worried.

I don’t even think I said the normal I love you’s before I rushed off the phone to go back inside my work building and to let you leave to go thanksgiving grocery shopping. I didn’t tell you that I had booked a flight to surprise you and dad (mostly you) for Thanksgiving since it had been over a year since I had saw the both of you.

I didn’t know that it would be the last time I would hear your voice, if I could I would go back in time and tell you about my surprise and say the I Love You’s, maybe that would’ve made you stay just a little longer, maybe you would’ve had something to look forward to instead of worry about.

My brother called me around 3:30pm saying it was an emergency and to pick up the phone. It was about you, my dad had to call the ambulance, we didn’t know much but thought maybe it was an anxiety attack from all your worrying because you NEVER get sick.

It wasn’t anxiety and by the time I got home at 5:30pm I was getting a call from my dad and the doctor on the phone said “I’m sorry, we did everything we could to save her.”

This is when I heard my dad cry, the first of many (he never cries) and say that he would’ve given his life in exchange for yours.

This is when everything changed…