The last conversation I had with my mom was when I told her I would be over soon to be with her and she said “I hope so”. My mom passed away the next day at 4:45pm. I was sitting at my then boyfriends house and remember this weird feeling came over me. I knew something was different. I felt this weird feeling that felt like “dread” and a weird kind of boredom. I felt dead. I tried watching TV, playing on my phone, going for a walk but nothing felt right. I was holding my phone when my stepdad called and I just knew! My stepdad’s exact words to me were “she’s gone”. I threw my phone on the floor and tried to cry. Its really weird when you know somebody is going to pass but just don’t know when. You think about what your reactions will be when it happens. I thought that I would be a mess but I wasn’t and had to force myself to cry. I felt so numb. I called my best friend Lizzy first and she didn’t answer so I called other friends and they weren’t sure what to say. My best friend called back and I told her what happened and with zero hesitation she said ” I am on my way”. This girl will forever always hold a special place in my heart.
What a drive that was… I didn’t have my license at the time but I told my friend I needed to drive to my moms place. It would make me feel better. It didn’t. I kept thinking about what my mom would look like. I’m surprised I got us there okay. We arrived at my mom’s place. There she was. I remember not knowing how to feel. I went and touched her face and it was still warm. I kissed her and laid down with her. The woman who gave birth to me and the only one to love me so unconditionally was lifeless. I told her I loved her so much and that I would see her again. I don’t think my brain could process what was going on.
I don’t know who these people were but they showed up in a van to take my mom. My mom lived in a 5th wheel trailer at the time so it was small. The people brought a sheet and a stretcher type thing. Where I was sitting I had a clear shot into the room where she passed. They were being nice but I remember thinking they could be a little more gentle. Why did it matter? She was dead. Then they walked right passed me. I was a big girl but I wish someone shielded me from seeing her. I could see the outline of her face and nose through the sheet and broke down. That moment will stick with me for the rest of my life.
The next few nights were a blur but I was being strong. Mothers day was 6 days after my mom passed and I made it through that alright. My thoughts went from negative to positive. I was comforted by the fact that all of my mom’s immediate family preceded her in death. I was still angry at God but this was all in the “plan” for her life. I knew I had to get through this for her. My mom wouldn’t want me to be sad and would want me to focus on my life. I was only 17 and had my whole life ahead me. My new life without a mom officially started. Its like living a whole different life. I could no longer call her for advice that only your mother could give but I was managing.