The night ended with a crack in the moon as the man in the full moon was frowning. He looked as he may fall from orbit. He was slowly sliding. Then she was gone.
It seemed like it took me forever to get those last thoughts out of my mind.
There was a part of me that treasured the moment that I was there, and then there was a part of me that was torn into. I think if someone had attacked me that night with a clever and cut me into, that I would have been numb to physical pain because the mental anguish would have surpassed it.
It was my mother, and this was the last chapter of her life. She had lived a long life as a wife, mother and grandmother. I never understood when she would tell me how short life really is until I felt her last heartbeat. When I felt that last beat end. My heart stopped. It was as if 1000 stars fell from the twilight sky and the caged dragon was let loose, the rain from hell was rumbling through. My siblings were cheering her death on. They were so worried that her long-term care would drag on. I could hear the cash register in their heads. As they cheered the dead on. The only thing I could think of was, that I’m an orphan without say. And like her, my life would end one day. And, I began to really wonder, would there be anyone to grieve my loss. Or would they be like my heartless siblings rushing to the bank.