The real me

The accident that changed everything

*my point of veiw*
In december of 2007, my mom, dad, and i were going to pick up my grandma to go look at christmas lights. It had snowed a few days before so there was still snow on the ground and a lil ice.

My dad was carrying me down to the car as my mom locked up the house. Just as my dad unlocked the car door we heard a scream. Me and my dad rushed back over to the stairs where we saw my mom sitting on the bottom stair. She had slipped on a patch of ice that was on the stairs.

She was holding her ankle and my dad tested it to see if it hurt. They eventually decided that we were going to the hospital. My dad helped my mom inside and had her sit down on the couch while he went and got the old pair of crutches from the basement.

I sat with my mom. I was worried sick about her because i knew she was hurt but i didnt fully understand what had happened.

When my dad came back we got her into the car and took off to the hospital. When we got there we had to sit in the waiting room and i remember that i was getting so impatient. Finally the doctor came and told us that her ankle was in fact broken and she came out with a dark blue cast on.

For the next month, my mom was in a cast visiting the doctor regularly. My dad would always drive her to work before he took me to school. She worked at Edward Jones. It was a huge building but now it's hard to look at when we pass it by on the highway.

One night, my mom and dad went to a trivia night with their friends. At the end of the night when they were walking to the car my mom was having trouble breathing. My dad offered to take her to the hospital so they could make sure she was ok. I wish he did but she insisted she was fine.

Then came the day that will forever stay burned in my mind. The day she died. It was january 16, 2008 and it was the worst day of my life.

It started out like any other day. We drove her to work and i never thought watching her walk in those doors would be the last time i saw her alive.

After school i was at my grandmas because my dad was out with friedns because his birthday was january 19.

my uncle dave knocked on the door. I had no idea what had been going on so i greeted him like the happy care free 7 year old that i was. He looked stressed out and told me and my grandma that my dad had sent him to pick us up.

When we got to the hospital, we met my dad outside and i ran up to him just as happy as always. He seemed stressed out too and i didnt understand why. He walked with me into the hospital.

I remember walking into the room seeing my mom laying in bed and i didnt quite understand what was wrong with her. All i noticed was she wasnt moving and the side she was leaning to more was blue.

My dad told me she was dead. As soon as the words left his mouth my smile was wiped off my face and the tears came rushing out. My family comforted me and i sat down next to my grandma and she told me she was in a better place.

She then explained to me that they tried to revive her 3 times in the ambulance but when they got her in the hospital they lost her.

*the full story of why she died*
My dad had called her earlier that day and she was completely fine. A lil while later she went to the restroom and her boss found her on the floor having a seizure. They got her out of the restroom and put her on a couch. Someone called 911 and they got her in the ambulance.

My grandma was there to pick her up because my dad was out with his friends for an early birthday celebration. My grandma asked the receptionist where becky was and the receptionist said they are trying to revive her in the the ambulance outside. My grandma freaked out and got in her car and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

She called my dad and him and all his friends took off to the hospital. Halfway there he had my uncle dave turn around to go get me and my other grandma. My dad was too late to get there. She was gone.

She died from a blood clot in her ankle traveling through her heart. It caused a heart attack. The bodys natural way of healing cuts killed my mom and broke me forever.

*after thoughts*
My mom was 39 when she died. She would have been 40 that year. Now she would be 47. The odd thing was she had a doctors appointment the next day. If only it was sooner they could have saved her. Ever since her death, 7 years ago, ive been broken. Theres a hole in my soul and heart and its only gotten deeper as the years have dragged by. Ive lost a piece of myself with her. Shes basically a stranger to me now. I have photos and a few memories and i can remember basic facts about her like her favorite color but thats it. I feel so alone without her. I love her so much and she's gone....