Yesterday my friend’s mom died
I went to see her
I had visited her in the hospital while she was alive
She was lively
She was beautiful
She had a sense of humor
She had been bed-ridden for some time now but that did not kill her spirit
She had life
You know it’s amazing how many of us have life
We are walking and talking and living
But our spirit is dead
We complain
We struggle
We don’t see things in context
So I guess it’s okay
Yesterday my friend’s mom died
I went to see her
I walked into her house in anticipation
I wasn’t sure what or who I would see
Her granddaughter let me in
She had tears in her eyes
“Hold it in” I told myself
I walked towards Sheila’s room
I saw her
Laying there
Just like my mom did
I was waiting for her to open her eyes
And say hey darling how are you
But she did not speak
Just like my mom
Yesterday my friend’s mom died
And it was like I died over and over again
Excuse me
It was like my mom died
Over and over again
They just lay there
They say nothing
No more fighting
No more crying
Eyes closed
At peace
