Seven years ago, at 3:01 pm, my mother, laying in her hospital bed, gasped her last breathe and left this world. It's crazy how seven years can feel like a minute, a really long, lonely, empty minute. This afternoon, after class, I went to her grave . I'm embarassed to say that I couldn't find it and had to ask the cemetary secretary where it was. I couldn't find it bc I haven't been there since just after she died. That sounds horrible doesn't it? I just couldn't go there, it was too painful. Even today, it was so overwhelming, I broke down the second I saw her name. I know it's not really her anymore, just a shell,and she's really up in heaven watching over us, but the pain is still there. I didn't really stay that long, only about ten minutes or so, long enough to say a few things and place one of my pictures on the ground near her. After that, I wandered around the cemetary and took some pictures for class. I wanted to take some pics of Mom's grave also, but I didn't want to develop them in front of my class, getting all teary and shit. (And, talk about tragic ironies, as I write this, I'm watching Smallville on ABC Family. It's the episode with Adam Brody, the one where the subplot revolves around the anniversary of Lex's mom's death. Weird eh? =/)
Here's to you Mom, I love and miss you more than you'll ever know.
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