Authors note: ok so I haven't really written anything in like forever and I know I haven’t finished any of my previous work but I’m really hoping y'all enjoy this. I decided to rewrite STLDFM and in the process I might drastically change it but I have a feeling it’s going to end well be sure to comment and vote it helps to know how you guys feel.
(August’s PoV)
“August?”
Skyfall is where we start
A thousand miles and poles apart
Where worlds collide and days are dark
You may have my number, you can take my name
But you’ll never have my heart
“August?”
Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)
When it crumbles (when it crumbles)
We will stand tall (we will stand tall)
Face it all together
At sky f-
“August!” her voice was soft but short as it reached me.
“Huh?"
I sat up and turned to face my mom as she shut off my laptop. She took a seat on my bed, her back to me, one knee tucked under her. Her face looked tired and old, and sadly it was now something I had become accustom to seeing on her. She was still beautiful but she had lost something.
“Have you not been paying any attention to me?” she asked, her voice swimming with irritation. A slight ping of guilt ran through my chest, I really need to work on my attention span.
I huffed softly and rubbed my eyes, “yea sorry but I’m tired mom, and after all we did finally finish unpacking.” I said as I yawned and rested my head back against my pillow. As the words left my lips I watched a wave of pain washed over my mom, shit!
I instantly regretted reminding her about the unpacking. It was hard enough for her without me carelessly reminding her that Ethan’s belonging where still packed away somewhere in the back of the attic. I was about to opened my mouth to try and comfort ...
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... like I was paranoid.
She laughed a little longer before righting herself and putting on her composed adult face, “shut your butt and go to sleep before I go all gangsta on you” she threatened as she puffed up and faked a step at me.
“No. God no, just stop” I cried as I cringed away from her in mock terror, “and I don’t think gangstas say butt” I added mater-o-factly. I watched as she deflated and started chuckling, my mother.
“Whatever you don’t know nada” she said as she left my room
“Mom” I called after her once shed left my room.
“Yea?” She asked as she peaked into my room.
“I love you” I whispered softly.
“I love you too, now get some sleep” she said flipping my light off.
I lay there for a long while watching my ceiling, then came the soft muffled sobs. They broke my heart but I let them come and only once they stopped did I finally drift off to sleep.
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
and soon I was sleeping. I spent a great deal of time asleep over the
I look at my mom and shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know, I think she was talking to her friend about a party or something.”
I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.
As my family planned the funeral over the next few days, we began reminiscing about our time with my mom. This made me realize that I never take any of the time I spent with her for granted and I will cherish every moment I had with
Summer was coming to an end, the night air grew brisker and the mornings were dew covered. The sun had just started to set behind our home; my father would be home soon. I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mother cooking dinner. She stood there one hand on her hip, her one leg stuck out at her side, knee slightly bent, stirring the pot holding the spoon all the way at the tip of the handle. She looked as pissed off as could be. My mother always felt she could be doing a million other things besides cooking dinner. We sat there talking until I heard a familiar soft rumble in front of our house. The rumble was accompanied by my father fidgeting at the front door. His old noisy Bronco always made his presence known. He plodded down the hallway into the kitchen to greet my mother with a peck on the cheek. After one more quick stir she plopped a hot pad on the table followed by a pan of sliced meatloaf in sauce. The smell of the meat, potatoes, and veggies filled the kitchen instantly and the family gathered around the table. The meal was a typical one in our household, my mother who had a million other things to do that day, including having her own personal time did not feel like cooking a twelve course meal. However, my father who always came home expecting steak did not see the meal as appetizing as the rest of us.
That night I couldn't go to sleep.Every inch of me was wide awake and full of excitement.Holding onto every sign of morning I drifted off.Before I knew I was
During the last moments of my mother’s life she was surrounded by loved ones, as she slowly slipped away into the morning with grace and peace.
As I walked out the doors into the blistering cold air. I saw my mom parked along the sidewalk. Onced I had walked to the car my mom saw the smile on my face. As soon
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
Her mother’s beauty was everlasting until she died at 81 years old. Also, she talked about how she stopped taking her medication and then gradually got better. She had been off drugs for 21 days. So now she could be able to do much more. All that she wanted was to make her husband happy and see how the church she liked and the preacher who would talk to her.
Too late. I could already hear my mothers graceful footsteps ascend the stairs. She carefully opened the door that entered my kitchen, and I flung myself into her arms. My mother yelped with shock and a hint of exhaustion, “Meggie honey, Mommy is very tired. Please be a little more careful next time.”
I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened.
After half an hour of waiting for someone to call and my sister and dad to come home also thinking about what to do. I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her. Since I had nothing better to do at that moment, I asked her where my sister and dad had gone. All she said was “I don’t know”. I gu...