My mom's funeral was peaceful, quiet, and formal. Yet you could feel the sadness still weary in your heart and of all those around you. She wouldn't want us to sob over her death no. More the less she would want us to remember and carry on what all she has done while she was alive. The memory of her explaining how I could see the souls of the lost, she would've wanted me to do all I could with that gift, to nurture, and to use it. But why wasn't my mom coming to me now? This thought brung tears to my eyes. Was her soul done? Has she already passed on? I walked to her casket and ran my fingers along the edge. I felt a warm sensation running through my hair, as I turned around I saw her. My mom, with her favorite vintage sundress on, and a smile across her face. I saw the tears in her eyes as she nodded her head and slowly stepped back. I could feel the barriers of my tears starting to crack, "Mom...where are you going?" I slightly ran and tried to catch her but she became fainter and fainter. When she reached the doors I saw dust spew from under. She was gone...I fell to my knees and buried my face in my hands with the thought in mind that she had passed over.
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Saving Souls
Misteri / Thriller"They come to you for closure. It's your job to help them, do you understand?" The last words my mother spoke while she was laying on her death bed from cancer. I was 17 at the time, I didn't realize how important it was to remember what she said un...
