Gone

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Im sorry son.

I lost her. My mom, my mommy, the one who understood me the best. I didnt cry, probably because I was too old to cry, but mostly because I couldnt feel anything. I didnt understand what happened. I  called them from school on a daily bases. Nothing seemed wrong with her, she was still doing what she did best, she was telling me of her new patient, and wise old man, I would love for you to meet him Will, she told me.

I got home, and went straight to my room. I stayed there, even though I heard my dad crying for his love to come back. Even though after a few days , the house got quite. Even though, people called to say sorry. Even though people knocked on my door, until dad kicked them out. I stayed. That is utill her funeral. Its been a week since dad stoped crying for her, and today was the day. I grabbed clothes, I didnt care if they matched, they were black anyways and threw them on my emotionless body.

I took my time heading down stairs, when I got to the bottom, I saw dad. Or what was left of him. I looked into his dark brown eyes, that reminded me of bear fur when I was younger, bu tnow look lifeless and waited. I miss her, he said. I didnt respond. I love my dad, and I feel like shit for wishing it was him instead. I know you miss her too, hell, she was your life. He said with a weak chuckle, it sounded dead. I just looked at him, he knew what i wanted to ask, but I was to scared. He nodded once at me to show he understood me, drunk driver, she died painlessly. He made a little wheezing sound when he said died. I walked over and hugged him. He loved her with everything he had, for that, the was the strongest man I know.

I wanted to punch something, or rather, that someone who killed my mom. But I calmed, and walked to the car. We took seperate cars, I needed to get moms things from the nursing home. I sure as hell didnt want to do it, but I wasnt going to put dad through that.

 I cant remember much of her funeral, I blanked out from all the memories I shared with her. I placed myself in the car and drove to the nursing home. When I got there, I saw Mrs. Anna. After that day my mom refused the job, I got to know the lady who cried. She walked over and just hugged me. We stayed like that for a mintue and after I felt sursipingly better.

Thanks, I said, wiping her tears away. She would be so proud to see you grown up. I looked away from her, It was all too much.Im here for her stuff, I said quitely. She lead me too the counter where there was a box. Here you go, but has she told you about the person shes being working with? No. Well he want you to vist him now that your mothers.. Ok, what room. I asked trying to avoide the whole D word. She chuckled, Of course she didnt tell you, he doesnt stay here, he lives on the lake, the blue house. And he wants to meet you today. Looks like im on the road again.