Angela mozingo

Tragedy

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Angela mozingo

Tragedy

A Mother's Day Never Forgotten

A Mother's Day Never Forgotten

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Every morning at bout 7:30, I would get up drink coffee and eat something then get dressed. Start the car go back inside kiss my boys and tell them I love them and be back later on today. I leave and head down the road to take care of my mother who was sick with lung cancer., I would arrive at my parents’ house. My father would leave for work. I would walk in mother sitting there waiting for me. I said to her good morning mother I would fix her a cup of coffee and fix her breakfast. And gives her medicine to her. My mother and I would talk and watch TV together. The mother couldn't do much after her stroke. Her cancer was small-block lung cancer the doctor said it was fast-spreading cancer throughout her body. Doctors gave her 6 months to a year my mother didn't make it a year. I never dreamed I would have to carry my mother to the bathroom and plus bath her. Mother used to get mad she hated she couldn't do it herself. I did this every day for 9 months. Until one day Mother’s Day, I got a call from my father saying my mother was not doing good so I got dressed hurt to go see her.


I arrived at the house and walked in I saw my mother laying their family was all around her as I walked over to my mother I started to cry. I met Neil down beside my mother she grabs my hand and my father's hand and told us she loved us and she looked at me placed her hand on my face and said to me best mother in the world. I replied yes mother you are and I love you. The mother started to have a seizure and she grasp for air she took her last breath. I kissed her forehead and gave her one last kiss and closed her eyes. My father called the EMS and the corner. I walked outside crying as I fell to my knees asking God why my father hugged me and said sissy it will be all right Neek's been 16years since then and I still remember everything about that mother's day like it happened yesterday. I have changed a lot after that day because life is short and you never know when God calls upon you to come home. I Thank God each and every day that I wake up to a new day.


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