Taking her Away

Reads: 397  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 2

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Bre and her family are going through a time of tragedy. Her mother is dying from cancer. The whole family knows that there is nothing they can do. So they wait...

Submitted: July 21, 2009

A A A | A A A

Submitted: July 21, 2009

A A A

A A A


Taking her Away

I slam the door as I run into our large front yard to the car waiting for me. I don't really want to go. I don't want this to be real. But it is. I know I have to face reality but I'd much rather go curl up in a corner and read, escaping from it. However I know that ultimately it's better to face reality. No one wants to but most have to.

I get into the car next to my older brother. He doesn't say anything. I know he doesn't want to go either. His blonde hair, the same color as mine, falls into his face as he broodingly drives off. But we have to see Mom. She needs us. . . and we need her. We always have and always will.

Which is the problem. She may not always be there. Right now we are going to the hospital to see her. For what may be the last time. She's dying from cancer.She will die. I'm not being pessimistic. It's a sad fact. The doctor told us a week ago.

From the moment I heard it I went numb with grief. No crying, no stifled tears, or acting out. Nothing. I escape. Just like Chad, my brother, does.

He does it differently though. How? By going to bars. Sitting there for hours not even really drinking. I think he just wants to get away from the house. It holds so many memories.

When Dad died in the car crash we did cry. Mom, Chad and I cried all the time. But we had each other. We had Mom. Of course we still have Mom but knowing she'll be gone just . . . stops us from wanting to visit her.

Here we are though. Going to the hospital. No one really likes hospitals. Especially the one in our town. It's so . . . blank. White everything, nothing fun to distract you. It's like just looking at it makes you depressed. Who wants to go to a place like that? Poor Mom. She loves life and colors. The hospital must feel like her own personal hell.

We arrive at the hospital. Finally. Awkward silence had filled the car the whole way. Since we heard the news Chad and I don't talk that often. There's nothing to talk about. Mom's illness fills our mind, letting in nothing else. Life is ready to take her away. Leaving us alone.

We go straight to Mom's room once inside. We're so used to going to that room. She's been in there about a month. At one point in time she was happy and everyone was full of hope. Not any more.

The room is full of flowers. They used to be colorful, vibrant and always filled the room with a calming perfume. Not anymore though. They're dying just like Mom.

She smiles when we walk in. Her black hair looks life less. We have her eyes. Soft, brown eyes. People always comment on them.
"Hey you guys. It's good to see the people I love most in life," she says. That's Mom. Always sweet and kind.
Chad andI say hi back and sit on either side of her bed. We talk for awhile but most of it's pretty uncomfortable. I sigh silently.

That of course is when all of the alarms start going off. Mom looks gray in the face andis breathing shallowly. Chad and I stand up quickly. Doctors fill the room, telling us to leave.

We leave the room, shocked. This can't be good. The doctors told us last week there is nothing they can do. Mom's . . . going to die. . . today. And there is absulutely nothing anyone can do about it. Shivers go down my spine. I can't breathe and the room seems to spin. I try to calm down. Ok, what do I usually do to help when I get like this?

The answer hits me in the face. Read. I look around. A brochure stand is in the corner of the room. I run to it and randomly grab one from the rack. I sit down quickly next to Chad who is staring blankly at the wall. I begin to read quickly:

How to Deal with Grief

Most people say to try to go near people you love. To go on with life. I say accept it. Accept the fact that that person is dead and isn't coming back. You miss them.

But here's the thing that people over look. They loved you and wouldn't want you to give up life because they're not there. Pick yourself up and accept it. Live life the way they'd want you to live. To its fullest, doing the things you love.

It ends abruptly and I sit there. And start to cry. The numbness is gone. I will accept it. Chad leans over to see what's the matter. I hand him the brochure wordlessly, now sobbing. Minutes later he's crying too but we hold each other. That's when we know everything will be alright. Life took her away, but left us here. And that's okay, I think.


© Copyright 2020 ell89. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply