Black Friday
Death rarely comes to those you expect.
My mom called this morning, before I was awake. I knew I better answer because first she called the house phone.... I heard her leave a message about calling my cell phone next. As my cell began to ring I thought, "She's telling me someone died." So I answered. She asked if I had been sleeping, and when I told her yes she suggested I call back when I was more awake. Then I played the guessing game. Was it my aunt M? No. Was it my grandma? I *thought* she said yes to that. I said I was sad I didn't call her yesterday to tell her Happy Thanksgiving but I figured she would be at my Aunt Liz's and not answer the phone. My mom was confused. I was like, "You said grandma, right?" No. Melissa. My first daughter's mom. She passed away in her sleep last night. When they went to wake her up this morning, she was already cold. Melissa was only 38.
What a shock. I wish I had called them yesterday, but I kept my phone calls limited to my parents and my husband's parents. I figured I could catch up with everyone else on this long weekend. Immediate regret. I wish I had one last nice conversation to hold on to. I did talk to her a week ago when she called to get a friend's number from me, and we chatted a bit.
*sigh* still processing and still numb about it.
My mom called this morning, before I was awake. I knew I better answer because first she called the house phone.... I heard her leave a message about calling my cell phone next. As my cell began to ring I thought, "She's telling me someone died." So I answered. She asked if I had been sleeping, and when I told her yes she suggested I call back when I was more awake. Then I played the guessing game. Was it my aunt M? No. Was it my grandma? I *thought* she said yes to that. I said I was sad I didn't call her yesterday to tell her Happy Thanksgiving but I figured she would be at my Aunt Liz's and not answer the phone. My mom was confused. I was like, "You said grandma, right?" No. Melissa. My first daughter's mom. She passed away in her sleep last night. When they went to wake her up this morning, she was already cold. Melissa was only 38.
What a shock. I wish I had called them yesterday, but I kept my phone calls limited to my parents and my husband's parents. I figured I could catch up with everyone else on this long weekend. Immediate regret. I wish I had one last nice conversation to hold on to. I did talk to her a week ago when she called to get a friend's number from me, and we chatted a bit.
*sigh* still processing and still numb about it.