A Turning Point
I can still remember the exact moment that I got the news that my mother had died. I was 16, staying with my dad’s girlfriend, and wanting to be back at home with my mom. She had been sick most of my life and really most of hers. I probably had spent more time in a hospital then I had with a lot of my friends. Yet in my mind I always knew that she would get better or if not better then continue on the same. I don’t think it ever occurred to me that she might actually die but that is what happened.
It’s strange how more than a decade later it still doesn’t completely seem real to me. I actually have days when I expect to see her or talk to her or just hear her voice. I don’t know if everyone can relate to that but crazy or not it is just how my mind works. It’s like that moment in time became a point of no return for me. It divide my life in two. The half with my mother and the half without. And to this day I think I have always been trying to find a way back to the later.
