Saturday, March 27, 2010

So Much to Say

Dear Mom,

Today I have so much to say, I don’t know where to start. My mind jumps from one subject to another before it’s finished.

Do I start from day one and I tell you what happened the day you died? I don’t know what time it was, but someone carried Ruthie and I, in the middle of the night, unbeknownst to us, to Uncle Mart and Aunt Tish’s (next door neighbors). When I woke up I knew why I was there, but didn’t want to know. I had suspicions. We were supposed to be in school as I listened to kids playing outside before the school bell rang.

I didn’t think about what Aunt Tish had to go through keeping the information to herself, anxiously awaiting Dad’s arrival to break the dreaded news.

I somehow knew it was coming—your death. After all, I did pray for it. But I found out only recently that Ruthie had no idea. Total shocker. Not a single hint of even the possibility that you might be gone forever. I can’t imagine what that must have been like either. How totally devastating for her. Thinking about that can break my heart all over.

Mom, you’d really be proud of Ruthie.


  1. this is sad mom, i about cried.

  2. I lost my mom nearly four years ago. It sure doesn't get any easier, no matter your age.


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