Chapter 6: My Tears Are Finally Home, Drying On Your Headstone

 

An hour later we landed in Missouri. “More than half way home,” I tell myself.

 

 I watch the buildings that pass out the window of the bus. I’m on my way to the next airport. I see a Giddy Greens. Mom and I use to go there every Sunday for lunch. It was so much fun. She would always order a veggie wrap. She always said it was delicious and that I should try it but I refused. I looked disgusting. There was stuff oozing out of it that I had know idea of what it was.

 

 I use to order a hamburger. She never understood why I always would rather order something that you can get at McDonalds than something more formal at a nice restaurant. I didn’t care. I was always a plain person. I envied my mother for her sense of style and creativity. She was so amazing. I couldn’t ask for a better mom.

 

  Those were the good days. The days before Greg came into the picture. I always think, what if Greg just chose another place to work. If he had just gone into a different field in college he might have a different job and would have never met my mother. If he had just decided to stay in Tennessee instead of moving to Florida, Mommy would still be alive.

 

 What’s done is done. There’s no going back. Things will never change. There’s no use thinking of what could be because I know it can not be.

 

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 I am finally in Florida. The sun is even brighter than I remembered. The heat on my sun deprived skin felt unreal. It brought back so many memories. All memories were good compared to life today.

 

 Although I am extremely excited to be here I am dreadfully tired. I tried to sleep on the airplanes but I just couldn’t. I spent most of the time on the floor in the bathroom feeling nauseous.

 

 The cab I am in passed the park my mom use to take me to when I was little. We would have picnics there on the hottest of days. I didn’t mind the sweat dripping from my bangs. To me it was proof of how much fun I was having. Oh, did I have fun. It would never have been as fun with out Mommy there.
   
            There was this one slide that was so high I was always to afraid to go down it alone. She would sit my on her lap and we would slide down together. The way the wind swept my hair off my shoulders was exhilarating. I remember it being the best feeling in the world. I felt so safe when I was with her. I loved it.
    
             My cab finally pulled up to the cemetery. I was so dazed by the fact that my mother was within those rod iron gates that I paid the cab driver twenty dollars extra.

 

 I see the headstone. I can just make out the name Laurie Nicole Parch. I can’t feel my legs. I don’t feel myself running or walking but graves are passing me as a grow closer and closer to Mommy. I am numb. I can’t feel a thing.

 

 I see my body fall before her grave. I can hear myself crying. Sobbing. Weeping. I wrap my arms around my mother’s warm headstone weakly and fall sound asleep.

Reviews

[Jorge Ramos]

was one of the best stories that that i have ever read. it was amazing. it realy put me in the middle of the whole situation. its like i told u i had a nightmare about how this fat guy was trying to kill me! lol :D

[bluessadmood]

oh dear ,its sad enough to lose a loved one ,let alone losing a mother in a vicious way ,you tell it so nicely about the memories with her ,its so heartbreaking,this is a nice write