"She's dead," my father told me. I slowly sat up in my bed as he looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Your grandma just called me...she died ten minutes ago...Your mother is gone." My dad began crying...I couldn't believe it. All I could do was hug him and try to comfort him.
Since my mom's operation, her health was teetering between deterioration and recovery. All of the family drama with me and my brother, and then moving into a smaller house was too much for her. The few months that we lived in that house, no matter what I could do, she just kept getting worse and worse. Finally there were days where she wouldn't get out of bed. So dad and I elected to take her to the hospital. She was there for about a week before they told us that there was nothing they could do.
Family members flocked to our house to be with us in our last moments with her. I was dripping with regret and anguish. We moved her to a hospice where they would take care of her until she passed. She fell into a coma in one of her last days and never woke up. She was at the hospice for one day...and she was gone.
So...while my family was reeling from this and waiting for the day of the funeral, my father was working on rebuilding one final bridge. He wanted my brother there to see her before she passed...he refused. Finally, I decided to call him...I told him to forget what happened with us in the past, that he should come back home for the funeral. But he refused, saying he didn't want to see her at all...He didn't care, yet again. I figured that with this refusal, I was certain he was gone for good...And that seemed to be a slight glimmer of hope for me...
But still...I was angry at so many things. I was angry that no matter what I could do, she still died. That after all I tried to do, I wasn't strong enough to save her in any way. I was so angry that I began to resent all of the relatives that tried to tell me she was in a better place, that didn't matter to me...I wanted her back...I wanted her here. So now it was just going to be me and my dad...Me and a man who fully didn't consider himself my father no me as his son. But I had to take care of him...cause no one else would.
I didn't know how the situation could get worse...but I knew I was reaching my boiling point...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.10 seconds at 10:44am on Nov 26, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author