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|Angels From Heaven (standard:Creative non-fiction, 1697 words)|
|Author: karenmcguffin||Added: Jan 27 2006||Views/Reads: 2187/1295||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Thousands of bright lights filled the sky surrounding the balloons|
One of the most vivid memories I have as a child was that I was afraid of the dark. Realizing this, mom would come into my room after I had gone to bed and sit next to me, reassuring me that I was going to be ok, she would tell me I wasn't alone, that she would be in the next room and if I needed her all I had to do was call out her name and she would be there. She always made sure she left my door open just a bit and left the hall light on for me. It always worked, I could go to sleep and not be afraid. My mom was getting ready to retire, she had so many plans. She was going sell her home, and move to Big Bear California with my sister Cindy and her family. She was so excited to be getting away from my father, and to start a new chapter in her life, she was closing the book and writing a final end to her life with Don. All of us girls were happy for Mom, even though we knew we wouldn't see her as often we knew that it was the best thing for her. Mom was finally going to get to live for herself, she would be free from working (although we knew she would probably find a part time job in Big Bear, she wouldn't be able to handle sitting around!) but most importantly she wouldn't be with in arms length of Don, he would have to travel a great distance to harass her. The day Mom retired, her work gave her a big going away party. My sister Teresa and I were both asked to come and be part of the celebration of my moms dedicated work with the residents. I was excited to go and to meet these wonderful people my mom talked about so much. I have to say it was an experience that I will never forget! The residents were all gathered around the room, and each one would stand and look my mom and my sister and I in the eye, each one of them telling of how my mom had touched their life, how much better they enjoyed living there own life because of her. She touched each and every one of them. I have never felt so much pride for her as I did at that moment. I was very proud to be my mom's daughter. It was almost time for my mom to move, all the plans had been made. The U-Haul was paid for; Cindy was ready to come get her. Mom had planned a big get together which included all of us girls, our family, all of us were going to be together once more to go on a ride down the Columbia River on the Stern Wheeler. There was just one more thing that had to be done before she could go, and it would prove to be the last thing she ever did. Mom was to have surgery on Monday, just a simple operation, she had a tumor on her ovary that needed to be removed, and a small hernia on her belly button. The doctor reassured us that this was a routine operation and mom would be well on her way to recovering in a few days. While in the waiting room my Aunt Betty, Teresa and I tried to keep our thoughts positive. We talked and laughed about old times, held hands, tired to act like everything was ok. The time was going so slowly, and as each minute passed I was getting more nervous, I tried to act like nothing was wrong but I had this bad feeling deep inside me, I knew something was wrong. The doctor finally came out and told us the operation went fine and Mom was in recovery, he said that there was a small problem with the hernia, he explained that it was wrapped around the small intestine, but he assured us everything was fine, that mom was doing good and we could go see her in just a little while. When Teresa and I were allowed to go into her room I was horrified, she was still asleep but her skin looked gray, ashen. To be honest she looked dead to me. I don't know what Teresa was thinking but I wasn't thinking good thoughts. It scared me to see her look like that, I have seen people come out of recovery, and they didn't look the way my mom did. My heart sank, the feeling I had gotten in the waiting room was even more prominent now then it was. Mom was having a difficult time coming out of the anesthesia, the nurse was telling us to make sure we woke her up and keep her awake. In the following days mom just didn't look like herself, her eyes were glassed over, she would stare off in the distance with an expression I cant quite explain, it was if we weren't there, she had trouble speaking and focusing on what we were talking about, she wasn't eating, wasn't drinking any liquids, and not able to walk but a few feet. Teresa and I were very concerned. Click here to read the rest of this story (63 more lines)
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