CLIMAX SCENE

AFTER 13 HOURS AND 1 NIGHT SPENT, SHE'S BACK TO "NORMAL"! All I ask is that God just look out for her.

5:00 am sitting in the entrance waiting room waiting it to be 5:30 am because the elevators open at that time. 5:30 am open, of course the elevator that we first get into does not work, HORROR MOVIE. Get into the room and wait for them to take her away. There she goes in the bed riding to her future. I have not cried like I did in years.

7 hours in a waiting room, you see people come and go. You make "waiting room friends". Doctors come in and out with news of family/friend. There was this group of ladies that will stick with me. Out of the whole day they were the only ones to make me cry but not about my mom. They were the only ones that day that lost someone. Everyone got choked up, it ran through every one of the minds that they could be put in that situation.

7pm she's out in so much pain, and tears just start rolling down my face' a unstoppable waterfall. She speaks faintly, that she saw her mother while asleep. My grandmother told her "you go back its not your time". When she told me that it got worse, and got to thinking "HOW IN THE WORLD CAN SOMEONE DIE IN A ARM OPERATION?", "WHY WOULD SHE WANT TO DIE ON MY BROTHER AND ME?". Its just been one blow after another for her. She wanted to give up and I wouldn't blame her because I've seen it. She still wears the emotional scars on her. My grandmother was right "JUST GO BACK ITS NOT YOUR TIME".

1 night, we feel the same she couldn't sleep neither could I. 12pm today she's home and now its up to me to help her in any way I can.

Mommy don't leave me, ever.
It's been my stupid child wish, I WANT YOU TO LIVE FOREVER.


(when in the dark all alone, you let it out; but hide it from the world)


STAYING POSITIVE