Last Saturday morning was probably the worse morning ever.
I did my usual routine of calling my mom. Usually I call her once or twice and then she would call me back. On that morning, I called her number 12 times. 12 times!
So I drove over to her apartment. Mail had piled up which was unusual.
I grabbed her mail and walked into her apartment which was unlocked.
I dropped the mail on her dresser in the living room and yelled her name.
As I turned the corner, I saw her lifeless body.
I immediately called 9-1-1 as I cried and screamed.
After I got off of talking to 9-1-1, I called Hubby who rushed over.
The police came and entered the apartment. They immediately walked out of the apartment and told me that she was deceased.
As they were doing all the legal stuff, I answered their questions and then began calling my aunt, best friend, and the funeral home. I began writing messages to let family know that she had died.
It got so overwhelming that I just did a Facebook status while the police officer talked to me.
I don’t know how many steps I took as I paced the apartment complex.
Random dudes came up to me and asked me what had happened. Neighbors came up to me and asked me what had happened to her.
It was very overwhelming. I was trying to hold it together and not cry.
Finally they told me that I could leave. I wanted to leave before the funeral home came and got her.
I attempted to do normal stuff like grocery shop and clean the house during the rest of the day.
All the while, I was trying to hold it together and not cry. Headaches and tiredness filled my soul during the day.
The house got picked up mostly. I fixed dinner. The Oldest got to Homecoming so I call that a successful day even with having the worse morning ever.