Rachel had been admitted in the hospital and they were attentively monitoring her to ensure she didn't have another miscarriage. My mother on the other hand, had left George and told him that his karma was coming. As for myself, I decided to give love another chance. The night after my party, I went home and posted a photo of myself on my status.
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Jay replied to it asking me for a second chance and promising he wouldn't treat me how he once did. I doh knw wah did aguh truu my head but a girl get horny once in a while .. ofc mi aguh wah knw seh ye mi can get likkle hood! I agreed to give him another chance and soon enough we had began speaking ever since but I wasn't sure I would take this serious.
Back at work 10:00 am I had just started my shift for the day and I was so busy with work that I hadn't seen my phone ringing. When I finally picked up my phone, I had seen that my mother was calling me. So I dialed back her number, I hopes of getting to talk to her,but the call went straight to voicemail. Thinking nothing of it I decided to wait until I was home to talk to her. Suddenly about fifteen minutes after, I was once again alerted by the intense buzzing of my phone. I frantically picked up my phone trying to see beta was going on because this time it was now my sister calling. As the phone line became open, I could hear the sniffles and cries of my sister and worriedly I began questioning her.
"Gigi? A wahm? Yuh deh near mommy cs she did a call" "Shy mommy dead" "Gigi a lie ya tell .. mino just see mommy a call me?" "A never she.. A somebody else call cs dem call me too and seh mommy meet ina accident wen she aguh market and a smby weh did deh deh tek up the phone and see it open and a try call somebody fi tell har seh she pass away" "Gigi a lie ya tell me .. please stop now and seh a lieeeee.. unu cya a play suh ruff" I wished that the news I was hearing was false, however my mother had really died.
My world came crashing down, how could I really cope? The one true love that I had, had just suddenly left me in this world to suffer. My mind was racing to different places as I really sat and thought to myself trying to figure out if this was only a bad dream. I pinched myself trying to convince myself that it was only a dream, however it wasn't. Soon, the news of my mother's death had reached everyone both my family, friends and the residents of my community. They all offered their condolences and always checked upon my family ensuring we were able to push through.
6 months later Today was the most dreadful day of the year as I was now getting ready to see my mother one last time. Here I am, silently weeping in my room as I get dressed in the black dress that I picked to wear. I could hear the sad mourners downstairs as they weeped together celebrating my mother's life and remembering her as a fierce and brave woman. I reluctantly opened my room door, to which I was met with the saddened teary face of my siblings. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around them all as we were all we had now. No mother to get us together for dinner, no more mother to embrace us with love again, no mother for us to talk with again.
After embracing my siblings we went downstairs and got the car ready, as were to be present at the funeral home to escort my mother's body to the church and to her final resting place. As I pulled into the funerals home parking lot, I felt very overwhelmed still refusing to believe this would have been my last interaction with my mother. As I stepped in the funeral home they guided me to the back to see how well they have dressed my mother. There she was, the love of my life, dressed beautifully in her pearly white dress and her matching turban to cover her head. She looked peaceful as if she was just taking a rest, however we knew that she would never be able to arise and meet the warm welcome of the sun. I stood there admiring my mother as I caressed her hand. I stooped down and kissed her corpse as I cried begging her to wake up and tell me that she was alive and that it was just a joke. I so badly wanted her to wake up and tell me that this was her way of showing me that I was to cherish things in life and not just carelessly believe that it wouldn't perish. I couldn't believe that she had really passed.
At the church 10:00 am As I sat right in front of my mother's casket at the front of the church, I looked around seeing the church full of supporters and well wishers of my mother. My sister was standing on the podium as she brought us down into memory lane of how jovial my mother was. After she finished the remembrance, we all sat in a minute of silence to pay respect and tribute to my mother's sweet soul. The churches choir was now singing along with the congregation hymns as we all got an opportunity to officially view the corpse. After viewing and signing it was now time for the pastor to preach one last sermon with my mother present. After, it was now time for the benediction and soon after I found myself sitting in the hearse beside the pink lining casket.
*At the burial site* While the officiating minister was paying his last respects, I saw at the corner of my eyes Rachel and George. I was so upset, because why would they make an appearance knowing the nature of their relationship with my late mother. As my mother was being lowered into the grave I cursed to myself blaming myself for her death. Suddenly, I saw my brother tackling George on to the ground. He cursed him, blaming him for her death saying that if he had loved her as much as she loved him, she would still be here with us. I ran trying to break up the fight that had started but as I ran, my ankle twisted resulting in me falling before getting to both my brother and George. The next thing I knew, George was now face planted on top of my mother's concreted grave. I got up and tried to ease my brother from George but he was determined that George was as the cause of this and he wanted him to pay.
