The time had come.

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“She’s not right,”

She tells me.

I ask for more details.

“I don’t know exactly,

But,

My girl has gone downhill.”

 

May twenty-second,

Two weeks after nearly dying herself…

Her daughter died.

 

I was away.

Her daughter died.

I was away.

 

I watched her

Talk to all those people.

She told and retold the story,

Of the last days

Hundreds of times.

She was strong.

 

They all needed,

To hear the story.

They all needed

To see her.

To touch her,

To cry on her.

I wanted them all to go away.

I wanted them to leave her alone.

 

What about what she needs?

Just recovering from a heart attack…

This was too much.

 

The mourners.

The noise.

The chaos…

Didn’t matter.

 

Nothing could drown out the silence.

It was uncomfortably quiet without her daughter.

Her things were everywhere

But her daughter was nowhere.

 

She was right there

When I left.

Now she is gone.

She left without me.

 

I was beyond sad.

I was not there.

She told me it was okay.

She told me the medical staff was excellent.

She suggested she needed to do it alone.

She gave me gifts

At the worst point of her life,

She considered my feelings.

 

We lost our mom five years prior,

I nearly lost my sister two weeks ago,

Now her daughter was gone…

Life was beating us up.

And it hurt.

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About inevertoldher

I love my kids, my husband, my four cats and my sister...not necessarily in that order. Writing, singing (poorly but loudly) and laughing keep me happy. When I eat well, exercise and post daily...I am at my best.
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2 Responses to The time had come.

  1. Liesl Garner says:

    So beautifully written. Such a heartbreaking story.

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