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    K.C.
  • K.C.
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  • 05/13/2011
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Best Day and Worst Day - 1. Chapter 1

The last day of a beautiful life.

It was the best day and worst day of my life.

She didn’t feel well. The day had started so innocently, but soon she had trouble breathing. Needing company, I went and sat at the end of her bed. She insisted that everyone was overacting and that the handsome young doctor was only making her stay because he hadn’t worked up his nerve to ask her out on a date.

We played trivia. She won when I didn’t know the Capital of Iceland. It’s Reykjavik, in case you didn’t know either. She laughed and called me her ‘Honey Child,’ just like she did when I was a kid. When we were children, she called us that because she couldn’t tell Ebby and me apart, now it was a term of endearment. Blond curls, tanned skin and golden-brown freckles…I will always be her Honey Child.

Visiting hour was over at nine o’clock, but the nurse told me, I could stay, if we kept the giggling down to a minimum. I can still hear her laughter. It was late when I finally went home.

In the early morning hours, she slipped into a coma. It was her birthday, her last birthday. It was her eighty-third birthday. She never opened her eyes again. I don’t know if she felt me kiss her cheek or heard me tell her, “I love you.”

The handmade glass bird that I had bought for her is still wrapped and tucked away in my dresser drawer. I never touch it. Just like life, it’s too fragile.

I miss her so much everyday. When I think there are no more tears, God makes more.
Copyright © 2011 K.C.; All Rights Reserved.
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On 06/03/2011 09:34 PM, Nephylim said:
That was beautiful. The relationship was precious and as long as the memories, and the bird, go on, so will she :) At least until the memory making passes on to someone else and she becomes the strong base on which the future is built
Thanks so much Nephy. I still can't bring myself to touch her bird. Someday I'll place it by her headstone, but no time soon. It still hurts too much.
K.C.
On 06/17/2011 04:00 AM, comicfan said:
Death is always something that marks you. You are lucky to have such beautiful memories to keep her close to you. The bird is fragile but if it isn't shown and shared is it worth the love it was given? Don't hide what means the most to you, it is fragile but that is what makes it so special. :hug: Thank you for reminding me of those I have loved and lost as well.
You know, I was just talking to someone a few minutes ago that I think I'm gonna place the bird on her grave...but I'm not ready yet. Thanks for reading.
Gene63

Kc, I lost my mom 3 years ago. It was May 15, 2011. She was 96 and had been my mom for 44 years. She and my dad adopted me when I was 3. I miss her more today than I did the day she died.

I proudly wear her mother's ring with all our birthstones in it. It's the only tangible part of her I have left.

Thank you for writing this. It reminds me of the love I feel for my mom that will never die.

K.C.
On 06/20/2014 09:19 PM, Gene63 said:
Kc, I lost my mom 3 years ago. It was May 15, 2011. She was 96 and had been my mom for 44 years. She and my dad adopted me when I was 3. I miss her more today than I did the day she died.

I proudly wear her mother's ring with all our birthstones in it. It's the only tangible part of her I have left.

Thank you for writing this. It reminds me of the love I feel for my mom that will never die.

Thanks Gene. I'm glad this touched you and brought back fond memories of your mom. My grandmother was the world to me. I still miss her very much, but I can think back on her memory and not feel sad, only love! KC
stanollie

Beautiful. I was searching for a vampire story a friend recommended, saw this, andstarted reading. My mother died in 1949 when I was 20. She was sick for as far back as I could remember, but she always had smiles for me. Not a day goes by that she doesn't pass through my thoughts, sometimes briefly, other times long good memories. Thank you for sharing something so dear and personal.

K.C.
On 12/14/2014 09:26 AM, stanollie said:
Beautiful. I was searching for a vampire story a friend recommended, saw this, andstarted reading. My mother died in 1949 when I was 20. She was sick for as far back as I could remember, but she always had smiles for me. Not a day goes by that she doesn't pass through my thoughts, sometimes briefly, other times long good memories. Thank you for sharing something so dear and personal.
Thank you for reading. She was an amazing woman. The memories are so bittersweet, but I wouldn't give them up for the world. I'm glad that sharing this has helped others. Thanks again, KC
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