Yes, more about Mom
So about four months ago -- when Mom died -- we were trying to contact everyone we could, who knew Mom, who would want to know what happened. One who we couldn't reach was my cousin Dawn. I'm not sure what's been going on in Dawn's life, but she'd always been between jobs, moving -- her life was pretty unstable. I had regained contact with her when Michelle died, and contact was sporadic at best after that.
Dawn seemed to, once again, fall off of the face of the earth, and when I tried to call the one number I had of hers, I got some deep-voiced guy's voice mail. "Hi, this is Jim." So either a) it was the wrong number or b) Dawn got a sex change.
Today I get a text, stating, "It's your cousin Dawn! Here's my new number." I called it, and told her that we were trying like crazy to get a hold of her. She got defensive, and said, "You know, I just can't help that."
"Well the reason we tried to call, is that Mom died in November."
Silence passed for about ten seconds. I continued to explain what had happened, and she started to tear up. "I can't believe it. I was supposed to go visit her! I was supposed to see her!" Her tears set off my tears, and suddenly it was like a fresh wound again. Once more my heart raced, I felt sick, and I couldn't control the tears going down my face.
I seem to always be the "death messenger". I was the one who told my mother that my sister had passed, and it was one of the worst things I ever had to do in my entire life. I was perhaps too direct with Dawn, but she needed to know, and there was no reason to pussyfoot around.
Yeah, that put a damper on things.
Dawn seemed to, once again, fall off of the face of the earth, and when I tried to call the one number I had of hers, I got some deep-voiced guy's voice mail. "Hi, this is Jim." So either a) it was the wrong number or b) Dawn got a sex change.
Today I get a text, stating, "It's your cousin Dawn! Here's my new number." I called it, and told her that we were trying like crazy to get a hold of her. She got defensive, and said, "You know, I just can't help that."
"Well the reason we tried to call, is that Mom died in November."
Silence passed for about ten seconds. I continued to explain what had happened, and she started to tear up. "I can't believe it. I was supposed to go visit her! I was supposed to see her!" Her tears set off my tears, and suddenly it was like a fresh wound again. Once more my heart raced, I felt sick, and I couldn't control the tears going down my face.
I seem to always be the "death messenger". I was the one who told my mother that my sister had passed, and it was one of the worst things I ever had to do in my entire life. I was perhaps too direct with Dawn, but she needed to know, and there was no reason to pussyfoot around.
Yeah, that put a damper on things.