Blink of an Eye

On the path of life there are people who will leave a subtle mark on you, but there is always one extraordinary person that leaves you changed forever.  Imagine losing that person who made such an impact. It feels like the biggest tree was just hit by lightning and fell in front of you crushing you under an unbearable weight. Everything slows. It feels like a movie when two cars are speeding towards each other and just before impact everything begins to move frame by frame in slow motion. That’s how I felt on December 6, 2010, when I lost the most important person to me.

Edith Belle Clark, my mother, was a kindhearted loveable old lady. Truth be told I know, no other way to describe her. She is the first person that showed that she gave a damn. My birth parents couldn’t care less about me they left me in a dumpster with my brothers Miles and Marcus. My mom did the very best  to take care of all of us but in the end Marcus who was 3 was to affected by the events leading up to us being found. In 2002 she adopted me and Miles changing our names to Theresa and Francis. In 2007 my mother became extremely ill and could no longer walk. My sisters, brother and I did the best we could to keep her comfortable and take care of her even keeping me at home and being homeschooled. The hospital had become like a second home us for three years we bathed, changed, and cleaned my mom.  On November 30 2010 she ended up in the hospital for the last time.

On December 6 2010 the hospital felt more like a torture chamber than a place of safety. My family and I were sitting in the sixth floor waiting room of the ICU (Intensive Care Unit). I was suppose to be doing my lessons on the computer but the only thing I could concentrate on was my mom. All I could do was just sit there mentally cussing God out. Asking him how he could hurt such a nice person putting her through so much pain and suffering. I vaguely remember the doctor coming in and telling us that she was sleeping peacefully which made me feel slightly better but I am also a huge pessimist. Not half an hour later the doctor came back in and told me and my family that my mother had a heart attack and they couldn’t do anything and she was gone. Everything froze and I felt as though I was in a movie walking all alone. On the walk to my mom’s hospital room I felt like I was walking to my death like I was handed the death sentence. My heart was on fire and I felt as though I was breaking into tiny little itty bitty pieces like throwing a priceless fragile vase towards a brick wall and watching it shatter.

I was broken and my world was to. The tears I had been holding back for so long flowed streaming down my face. I had nothing left and my world as I knew it was over.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

A very moving story, well written.

[Forevermore]

this is touching, people who speak of truths and life arent just poets, but theyre reality... what cant be changed can be used to motivate u, to do better and be stronger. keep writing, it fixes the heart and eases the mind