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THE KLAXON SIREN ALARM

Short story By: Kelley George
Non-fiction


This is a tribute to my Mom.
We grew up in a small town that relied on the Klaxon alarm, for weather warnings, and for the firemen to be called to duty.
A/N My Mom wasn't a paramedic, or emt. She was there to help stabilize and care for the patient, until ems could get there. Back then, it could take a while.
R.I.P. Mom 4/11/35 - 12/4/10


Submitted:Jan 13, 2011    Reads: 69    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


THE KLAXON SIREN ALARM

The last time Mom was in C.C.U.; I got the chance to tell her how proud I was of her.
"Mom, I'm so proud of you!"

Unable to speak because she had a tube down her throat, she looked at me with confusion as if to ask: "Why would you be PROUD of me?"

I reminded her of how hard she studied her first aid books, (passed her tests with an A, and earned her certificate), to be a first responder with the volunteer firemen.

It didn't matter what time of day or night, when the Klaxon alarm went off, she was up and ready.
To make coffee for the firemen.
To give a shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold, or help save a life.
She was there, wearing her white jacket with red embroidered insignia.

What kid wouldn't be proud of a Mom like that?
I reminded her of other things that made me proud of her, mostly the way she always helped those in need.
I won't share the whole conversation we had (she wrote me notes).
(Note: - This was also the day the Chilean minors were rescued, and coming up out of the mine, Mom wrote a note that said "He might want to stay down there!" Regarding the minor that had an affair.
She made me laugh until I cried!)

At her funeral, I wanted so bad to get up, and tell about the Klaxon alarm, but I couldn't.
I was afraid I wouldn't be able to speak because of my jaw, and breathing problems, I was also afraid I might have an emotional breakdown. I'm sorry Mom, I just don't think I could've done it.
I sat there, looking at her, and whispered: "I'm sorry Mom, I don't think I can do it."
So I didn't

At the end of the funeral service, the majority of family and friends went outside, to wait in the parking lot for Mom's casket to be put in the Hearse.

I trailed behind her casket.

When I got outside, I walked up to one of my friends, and I noticed an alarm going off. I gave her a confused look. She said::
"Do you hear that? That's your Mom saying goodbye. As soon as her coffin started through the door, the alarm went off!"
It was a Klaxon alarm!
I looked at her with confusion, because it wasn't exactly the way I remembered it. I remembered the tone going 'up and down', this was one long tone.
I think she took my confusion for fear.
"It's o.k., it's most likely a test, for a Tornado warning."
I wasn't afraid, I could tell it wasn't Tornado weather.
I just told her, I think you're right, it's Mom sending a message!
Then I told her about the Klaxon siren alarm story that I wanted to get up and speak about.
She never knew Mom was a volunteer. We hugged and laughed a bit, hopeful that it was a message from Mom.





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