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Day 15 – 2018 AWAC


The 2018 August Write Away Challenge

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Wed, Aug. 15 – The most terrifying moment of my life was…

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One evening in December, in the midst of a medical trauma we had yet to make any sense of, my mother held my hand and told me she was dying. She reached for my brother’s hand, who was also with us, and made him promise to look after me.

The weeks leading up to that moment were something of a Copper Country type snowfall. I was lost. I was afraid. I was overwhelmed. I was uncertain. I could find neither my footing nor my bearings. Except for the severe gravity which held me pancaked to the ground, I felt I had been thrust into space and I just continued in constant hurl until all motion was static. I yearned for the edge of  space, knowing I would never reach it.

We learned the following night that mom was in severe acute kidney failure. If we had waited another day, it is very probable we would have lost her. I’ll never forget the look on the doctor’s face when he told us that it was a miracle mom was even alert and responsive, that he had only ever seen numbers like this on patients who were comatose.

The reality shattered my defenses. My mother, who had told me the previous day that she thought she was dying, teetered on the brink of death. That knowledge terrified me. It wasn’t the concept of death that terrified me. It wasn’t even the actual fear of her dying.

It was the realization that there were so many things we hadn’t done yet, so many things we hadn’t talked about, so many experiences we hadn’t shared.

It was the realization that nobody is ever ready to lose their mother.

It was the realization that, for whatever reason, God had given me more time with her.

It was the realization that life truly is short and tomorrows truly are unpromised.

It was the realization that I had wasted so much time — not only with her, but with all of those people close to me… and some people less close to me (because I have wasted time and it has distanced us from one another).

Writing is important. Writing about your mother is important — preserve her stories and her voice with your words. But writing is an art, a way to express something about the life; to do that, you must live.

Call, visit, or write a letter to your mother today. Tell her how much she means to you.

From the shores of Wicket Lake,

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