I remember it was Sunday and I had bypassed church again to spend time with my mom at the hospital. I remember that I was the only one there that day. I had to go pee and I couldn't use the patient's bathroom so as I was heading to the visitor bathroom, a woman started speaking over the intercom about code blue and my mom's room number. I knew in my heart, it was her. It was confirmed when they evacuated her roommate.
I asked a passing nurse what was going on with my mom and he told me that it was cardiac arrest. The chamberlin took me into the waiting room and I waited anxiously for news of my mom.
I remember the doctor coming in and I knew before he said anything, that they couldn't save her. That my best friend was no longer there. My rock was gone. I lost my mind for a second and hit the doctor. I remember he took me in his arms as I broke down crying.
I felt so alone. I was alone. My family was broken now.
I waited three hours for my sister and brother to arrive. I just remember seeing my sister walk off the elevator and I broke down again. I hadn't had the courage to see my mom until my siblings got there. Once I did...I freaked out. I had to be taken out of the room because I swear her eyes fluttered as if she was alive.
