If there's one thing about time, it's that it flies. Figuratively speaking of course. Today marks the nine year mark my mom's been gone. I still remember it as if it were yesterday. I spent my 21st birthday that year visiting my mom in the hospital, and arguing with my brothers at the time to go with my dad and I to visit her in the hospital. Why the arguing? They were both playing a game on the Xbox, and I wanted them to go. Luckily I won out on the argument, and they went with us to see her.
The day later, May 5th, she passed away. In terms of officially being diagnosed with cancer and the day she passed, it was a short time, but in honesty it was probably longer than that. We just didn't know at the time. I still remember those nights I slept on the carpet floor and helping my mom around the clock, and the only times I didn't do that were on weekends and when I went to school.
I still picture her when we brought her into the hospital for one last time, and her begging us not to check her in, and what she said "if you check me in, I will die." Thinking back, she always told us she wouldn't make it to her 50th birthday. Turns out she was right. She was 49. Of course, this was before she knew she had cancer, and she would say that for years. Honestly, a part of me wonders if the dreams and visions I've had over the years were passed on from her. That's a whole different story, so I won't talk about that.
Thinking about things today, I'm still in the today sucks sort of mindset. I really don't like to do much of anything (if I can help it), and of course it always falls about a week before mother's day, and I don't really do anything on that day either. I do want to do something in her memory on the ten year anniversary mark, just don't know what as of right now.
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