On April 25th, 2004, I received a phone call from my father at 4:14 am (time is a bit fuzzy), waking me from sleep. It was a choking, sobbing voice, and I clicked on the light to look at the caller ID on the nightstand. The first words I heard were:
“Mom’s dead.”
I remember my heart breaking and becoming angry at my father for the sick joke. It wasn’t. My mother–one of Gods greatest creations, was dead in a rollover that made national news outside Reno Nevada. She had been traveling all night and flipped the car with her, my sister and my two baby twin nieces (one week from their 1st birthday).
That was the day my family as I knew it ended.
I bring this up, because we are still dealing with family issues that affect everyone around them, and after an argument five minutes ago, there are things I need off my chest. There are things I have learned in the last five years that have helped me to become happier than I have ever been in my life, and though I miss my mom late at night, or on mothers day–and especially at Christmas…I would not change the events of time. Yes my children, even if I were Doctor Who.
Hopefully some of my friends and siblings out there will read this (eventually) and either be able to heal…or pull their heads out of their asses and stop being cruel to one another.
(sorry for the language mom)
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