Two years ago today my momma passed away.
My Mom was born and raised in Millwood, GA. She was the baby of 14 children. Her father was what my mother called a “faith healer” some others called him a “witch doctor” and her mother was of course busy taking care of her children and home.
My mother was always a God fearing woman that was raised in a Pentecostal church. When she was in elementary school she would stand on the step of the school and preach to all the other children during recess. She was a good daughter, sister, cousin, aunt, wife, mother and grandmother.
I spoke to momma at least once a day all of my life. On Thursday, October 21 we talked on the phone for about an hour. My brother called an hour and a half later to tell me that an ambulance had been called to momma and it was bad, it was bad. My momma’s heart had stopped. It just stopped. She was on life support from the moment she arrived at the hospital until Saturday, October 23 when her children decided it was enough. I miss my momma.
I am sitting here trying to think of the words to explain how much my momma means to me and no words come to mind.
Still to this day it is hard to believe she is gone forever. When she left it shook my family to the core, we were all broken. I think we are all coming back into our normal now but I still have days and sometimes weeks were I wonder constantly if we made the right decision. Even though we were told that she had no brain activity and was having one seizure after another I think…what if.
It’s a strange feeling when you realize you have NO parents. As everyone says “Life goes on” and it does.
Until next time…