1:40pm, Friday. I was standing under the Alaska sign at LAX when I read the text from my Uncle "She passed away" ----------------------------------- 3 hours before that, I was in Santa Rosa. I had just spoken to my sister. It was urgent, mom was already doing the death rattle. We had belatedly realized mom's light gurgling was actually the death rattle. It was so quiet, my sister could barely hear it. Google had informed us it was very loud and more horrifying like a zombie. Google was wrong. I felt so anxious, and I was so afraid I wouldn't make it. I needed to get down there right away. Why didn't I just stay down there? What if I don't make it? Did I tell her everything I want to? What would I want my last words to her to be?? I forced myself to focus. I could let my mind run once I was on the plane. It was around 11:00am There are so few direct flights from Santa Rosa, I have them all memorized. I knew there was one flight fr...
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