R.I.P. Mom · 1:13am Dec 24th, 2013
My mom is dead. It's as simple as that. And two days from Christmas if you think about it.
I found out about it when I woke up. My dad was shaking me awake and telling me to get dressed. I put on a pair of really worn down jeans and a shirt and head outside to find my Grandad and three police cars. My dad starts coming out after me and I ask what was wrong. At first I thought it was about the accident I had a few days earlier (it was really small, no deaths) but after asking my dad, he said immediately "Your mom passed away." I'm a bit hard of hearing sometimes and I hoped that I was hard of hearing at that time too and ask him the same question, only to get the same answer.
At this time, both my older and younger brother came out all dressed up and they hear the news. They didn't look affected but it was one of those times that you could tell they were shocked and hurt inside. I go inside really quick and head to my parents bedroom when my dad was telling me not to go in. I told him I wanted to see her and he told me just to peak. My hand was on the doorknob and honestly, I hesitated to open it because I wasn't sure if I wanted to see or not.
I open the door enough to look in and I see my mom lieing on her side. Even from the door, it just looked like she was resting. The only thing that told me different was her skin. From there she looked gray and pale. That enough convinced me that she was gone.
I went back outside and thought about this. It felt unreal. My life was normal (As far as normal goes for me) and it felt like nothing like this would ever happen. Please keep in mind, that I do believe that something would happen to me eventually, it's just that it happened really quick.
My Grandad was ther to take us to his house in apollo beach which was about thirty minutes from my house. Everybody, save my dad, got in his car and we drove off. We took the trip in silence. I was in the front seat, my brothers in the back, and I dared to take a look at their faces or my older ones at least. It was light enough to make out that certain parts under his eyes were wet. I looked forward and I was brought onto the verge of tears many times.
We got to their house and ate breakfast there. After that the day went on and the news spread around and some time later I went home with my dad. We reached our house and when I walked up to the door, I was almost scared to go in either in fear of what I would or wouldn't find.
The first thing I did was walk to my parents room and look in. No one was on the bed and the blanket and pillows were thrown onto my father's side of the bed.
I had second thoughts about making this blogpost. Mainly cause I didn't want to seem like someone who wanted attention or anything like that and I didn't want to bring anyone down with this news but my little brother already told 4 of his friends and at the time, three of mine already knew as soon as they asked me how my day was going. So I decided to make this and tell what happened. We don't know what exactly happened to her but our theories are that she had a heart attack or a sleep apnea.
If you took the time to read this, than thank you. This would be enough to tell me you cared.
I'm so sorry this has happened, Quad. Hey, is there anything you'd like me to do for you? Would you maybe you'd like to Skype chat some time?
I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry. I know exactly how you feel: losing someone close... If you ever need a confidant, or friend, you know where to find me.