Why is it that it almost always rains at funerals? My mom used to say that angels felt the pain we did from the death of a loved one, and they were crying for us. And now it was her turn, to cause the angels to cry, right along with everyone else who attended her funeral. My aunts and uncles and cousins and all her co-workers and friends, our neighbors, grandparents, distant relatives, they all said she'd be an angel too. I hope they're right.
It was cancer that took her. Thank the Lord he had the grace to take her in her sleep, so she didn't have to watch her own life slip away. I was there when she left us. The doctors thought it would be best for me, her only son, to be there when she died. But everyone who was of some importance to her had said their good-byes. I'm just happy she doesn't have to suffer anymore. But I miss her, so much. I know I won't be able to sleep for the next few nights, but its to be expected. It wasn't til today that it finally hit me, that my mom was gone, and that she wouldn't be coming back. I guess I was too shocked to cry, either that or too proud. But nobody can hold those kinds of emotions in for too long. Luckily, I lasted til I got home. I spent that night in her room, in her bed, hugging her pillow and reminding myself of all the memories. I eventually cried myself out and fell asleep, only to be haunted by dreams of her. Not even sleep could tear me from my sorrows. How was I supposed to get through this?
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Mom's List
General FictionBlake Pine is heartbroken after the death of his mother, Genevieve Pine. It seems like he'll never be happy again. That is until he finds his mother's bucket list and old Polaroid camera while sorting through her belongings. To keep the memory of hi...
