A year ago,
Early in the morning,
Your frantic call awakened me.
Like so many times growing up,
I rushed to your side
With the familiar words
Of my inner voices echoing,
Trying to sooth my panic.
But this call was different.
This time was THE time;
The one that you wouldn't come back from.
A year ago,
Early in the morning,
My pleading call beckoned them.
Like in so many movies,
They rushed to our sides
With the familiar words
Of professional voices echoing,
Trying to sooth your panic.
But this call was different.
This time was THE time;
The one that you wouldn't come back from.
A year ago,
Early in the morning,
My monotone call informed them.
Like in a nightmare,
They rushed to my side
With the unfamiliar words
Of my too-smooth voice echoing,
Trying to sooth their panic.
But this call was different.
This time was THE time;
The one that you wouldn't come back from.
A year ago,
Early in the morning,
His pleading call beckoned you.
Like in so many dreams,
You rushed to His side
With the familiar words
Of heavenly voices echoing,
Triumphantly soothing your panic.
This call was different.
This time was THE time;
The one that you wouldn't come back from.
Author notes
My Mom passed away a year ago today... she called me that morning, thinking she was having an insulin reaction. I rushed to her house to help her and called the paramedics, but she ended up passing away from a pulmonary embolism. I called my family to let them know that she had died so suddenly.
As crazy as that time was, and as this past year without her has been, I know that she's in a better place... and for that I'm thankful!
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