Today, I wrote your obituary, though you haven’t yet passed on, I figured my mental status would allow for a more accurate description of your life, how beautiful it was. Maybe put to music, it would be a stunning melody, an ode to mom.
A few more days and you’ll be gone, I can’t grasp the reality of what is about to happen, a giant chunk of my heart, on the verge of being ripped out of my chest yet there’s nothing I can do about it.
I can’t sleep and if I manage to doze off for a moment, I quickly awaken, gasping for breath. How did we get here?
A rose and a get well soon card covered in musical notes sit at your bedside though you will never smell the sweet aroma or read the words from someone you once loved.
I am only existing right now…. I am only existing right now…..The pain is too much to carry. I. am. only. existing. right. now.
Mom, I hope you know how much I love you.
The heartbreaking end.
Leesa Writes 