This piece was inspired, written and posted in the hour of 1:30am – 2:30am so please excuse me if it’s not very good. The prompts this week have gotten me to do some really interesting thinking. Maybe it’s all insane, but at least I’m doing the thinking. Anyways, here goes!
She Didn’t Change the World
Her sunken cheeks and hollow eyes had become the features that defined her, but underneath she was still just as beautiful. I was still able to see the occasional spark of life in her green eyes.
In the end she spent all of her days in bed, separated from nature and cut off from beauty. It brought her to the end of her long battle, when she could no longer go and stand hours in her woods. The little fight left in her was swallowed by a monster named Depression.
The monster came for me, too. For a long time, it held me captive. Sometimes I still wonder if the monster has me. But I won’t stop fighting. I’ll keep going for her.
Her final breaths were the hardest for her. I wish I could say they were the hardest for me too. But that was on the day of the burial. When Dad asked me to say a few words.
A few words…I thought, How can a few words do my mother justice? But Dad was insistent so I planned those words two hundred times, trying to find a way to do my mother the justice she deserved.
The day came of course, and I stood with sweating palms and knocking knees, trying still to say something worthwhile for my mother. Finally, I swallowed back my tears, brushed the blond hair out of my face, and my shaky voice could be heard.
“My dad asked me to say a few words for her. So Mom, if you’re listening somewhere, I want you to know that you were truly remarkable. Mom just know, I’m thankful. You didn’t know it, but those thousands of socks you washed, every meal you made, it changed the world.” I choked and had to blow my nose before I went on. “An-and to those of you who think my mom–special as she was–didn’t change the whole world, you’re right. She didn’t change the whole world; just mine. I’ll miss you Mommy.”