Remebering Mom-Part TwoShortly after my sister and I said our goodbyes to our mother, the rest of the family was called into the room. We gathered in a circle around the mother, sister, and daughter we all adored above all things. I took my mothers hand with my left, my sisters with my right. My mothers hand was no longer warm. It was cold and clammy. I held on all the same. We stood there in silence until the nurse said that she had passed. She gave the time of death. Sunday, April 3rd, 2005, at 3:10 pm. I will never forget. I can never forget. My uncle, my moms favorite brother, took up a quavering Our Father and we all joined in, tears rolling down most of our faces. Down my one, just one. Just one little tear. I hugged my sister close as she bawled. My dad stood behind us, hands on each of our shoulders.
Remembering Mom-Part OneThe death of a loved one is never an easy thing to come to terms with. In fact, it has been said that you never truly are able to come to terms with it. The pain never fades; you simply learn to live with it. Over time, the memories fade, but the pain is ever-present. It exists and lingers always on the very brink of darkness in the back of the mind. There it lurks for the simplest of things to set it off. That certain scent. That certain phrase. That certain way of stroking your hair or face. Yes, the pain lingers on and on, and for a while, you begin to feel like youre all alone in your longing and panging and mourning for your lost loved one. The one thing I have come to terms with is that I am not alone. For those of you missing a certain person or certain people in your life, I am right there with you. This is my story and my way of dealing.