All Shall Be Well
My family has experienced a loss. The first for our family. My mother has passed away. One day, three weeks ago, I got the call I’d been dreading, yet knew would one day come. The call to come home to say goodbye. My mother had a chronic illness, which she had for over a decade. While we knew the end would eventually come, none of us knew when. If I was going to make it home, time was of the essence. I never anticipated this. Not in my wildest dreams. I imagined I would get a call letting me know she’d already passed. I never thought it would happen this way. I flew home, reunited with family members present, and spoke to my mom. Late that night my family and I went to our hotel nearby, and I finally got some sleep. When I woke up the next morning, the gravity of the day fell upon me. I knew it would be the last day I would see my mother. I sat on the bed in the hotel room, blinded by the morning sun. It was so beautiful, the sun pouring into the room. I decided to ...
