But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face.
Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.
-Mitch Albom
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I drove fast, hot tears falling, my vision was blurry the closer I got the more tears came. I stopped the car and quickly jumped out.
I stared at the graveyard for a while.
Graveyards need not be grave, yet can be a place of new life and the reaching of blossom from tight bud.
As the bodies of the beloved return their matter to the earth, their souls, ageless since birth, return to our maker. I let my feet tread lightly over the soils that support new spring growth, white-bells and green wands of grass, until I am there, my eyes resting on her name, my heart hearing the sound of her voice as if she were right there with me, the songs she used to sing to me, her laughs. Her memory still fresh in my mind.
I sat in front of her grave closing my eyes and picturing her in front of me.
"I'm sorry mom, I didn't bring any flowers. I know how much you love flowers, especially roses and sunflower" I said with a smile.
Then what London said came back to mind 'Where's your mommy now bitch'
"Mom the school remembers you, you being the guidance counselor you know I haven't seen a new guidance counselor yet I mean who can replace you and after your conversation London haven't ask me to do her homework" now she hates me even more and just tries to trouble me at every chance she gets but you don't need to know that.
I close my eyes remembering the day I got that call, the call that changed my life forever.
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"Come on dad, you can't start eating before mom arrives" I said laughing.
"But I'm hungry and plus I did all the cooking you just watched" my dad replied playfully.
"No I did all the co-" I was interrupted by the phone ringing. My dad went to answer. I stood staring out the window watching the rain pour down.
"What!" I heard my dad shout startling me and I quickly went to his side. He ended the call with a OK.
He stares blankly into space, this awful sad stare of hopelessness, and worry.
"Dad?"
"Your mom, she-"
"Dad."
"Come we're going to the hospital your mom met in an accident."
"What?"
"They said she has serious injuries, she's unconscious" then he burst into tears, this was the first time I've seen my dad cry. I didn't know what to do. The news shocked me and then I found myself hugging my dad and crying too.
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