Three. “It’s too high” I wailed. “Jump” she said from the crystal pool. “I can’t I’m scared.” “I’m here” she cooed “I’ll catch you.” I did and she did.
Seven “I don’t want to” I kicked “Go” she said from the cars window. “No, it’s lame” “I’ll be here when you’re finished” I went and she was
Sixteen “I can’t” I frustrated “ It’s easy” she said from over my shoulder “No, it’s stupid” “I’ll help, let me show you” I tried and she taught
Twenty One “I want to” I planned “You can” she said from inside the phone “But, it’s so far” “I’m a call away, I’m proud of you” I went and she was.
Twenty Five “I’m scared” she said “It will be fine” I reassured from the hospital chair “But it isn’t good” “Im here for you, the meds will work” She believed and they didn’t
Twenty Seven “It’s over” she whispered “I know” I sobbed from the foot of the bed “It’s my time to leave” “It’s been a rough two years, you can rest now” She did and I crumbled
Thirty Two “I’m hurting” I thought “....” “I have to be strong” “....” So I try because she watches
Tomorrow is the day she left. It’s hitting me today though. I can only hope that means tomorrow will be easier. This is the first time I’ve written about her and it’s not an easy write. I miss you mom.