One year ago today…about this time…my mom said she suddenly had a really bad headache and collapsed. Later that night, for reasons he couldn’t understand, before he could go to sleep, my middle son had to take items my mom had given him down from the shelf where they always sat, and put them on the floor. Only after he did that, could he go to sleep.
The next morning, I found out about my mom. She had gone by ambulance to the local hospital and been helicoptered to another hospital in Orlando. The prognosis was bad, and two days later she was gone. The next day, my boys and I drove 20 hours, through the night, to be with my dad, my sisters, family, and friends to say goodbye.
A few days after we got back from Florida, I had a dream where my mom was trying to explain to me that she wasn’t gone. Between that dream and what happened with my son that night that she collapsed, I no longer have any doubts whatsoever that the soul goes on.
I’m struggling a bit today, and I know this week will be difficult. But our days here are short and life is beautiful. She gave me so many gifts that started with the gift of life, and poetically ended with the gift of understanding that everything will be okay and there’s nothing to fear.
So, now it’s up to me to make the best of the days in-between. Thanks, Mom. I miss you.