The Phone Call That Changed My Life

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

This was the day my life came crashing down. I woke up to the phone ringing. I looked at my clock. It read 7:32 a..m. Who would be calling me this early? As I leaned over to pick up the phone, my heart began to beat wildly. I knew who it was. "Hello?" I said in a voice that sounded braver than I felt.

     "Mommy's gone home, baby."

      Those words of my dad's still haunt me to this day, eight years later. My mom, my best friend, had died.

      We knew she was dying. We knew it was time, but it was still a shock to hear the news. My mom, my supporter, my fighter, my friend, was now gone. Mom stood up for me so many times, when teachers, psychiatrists, doctors, principals, and so called friends and family, criticized me. She was the reason I didn't commit suicide when I was a teenager. She was my reason to live. Now, she was gone. What do I do? I thought. How am I going to live without her?

       To this day, I still don't know the answer to that question. I still cry almost every night, as I lay in bed, thinking about her. The memories are still fresh in my mind, as if they had just happened yesterday.

       Like the time, we travelled to Kamloops, and went to the zoo. That was so  much fun. She had saved money for that overnight trip, and we had stayed at a motel, and ordered Chinese food and everything. The best part of it all, though, was when we stopped in Vernon, and went to the city park. We sat by the pond, where the ducks were, and read our books together. It was the most relaxed time, and I will never forget it. I just recently found some pictures of us on that trip.

       Then, there were the many times she read to me at night. Listening to her voice, relaxed me enough to go to sleep even though I was in so much pain.

       My mom was my everything . . . She still is. The greatest thank you gift I could give her for my life, wouldn't compare to the gift that Jesus gave her in taking her home to live with Him. She is healthy, now, and probably singing with the angels. She's probably playing the piano, too. She can run, now, and jump, to her heart's content. I know she is happy. But I still miss her.

        I treasure every moment I had spent with that wonderful mother of mine. I will always love you, Mommy!