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The other day, my mum left the house just like any other morning. She texted me to ask if I’d had breakfast, and I replied, “Yes, we’ll talk later,” then went back to work. She wasn’t ill, she wasn’t in hospital, there was no worry, no goodbye—just an ordinary day. One of those days you never suspect will change everything.
The other day, my mum left the house just like any other morning. She texted me to ask if Id had breakfast. I replied, Yes, speak later, and carried on working. She wasnt ill, she wasnt in hospital, there were no worries, no goodbyes. Just another typical day. One of those days you think will change absolutely nothing.
At four in the afternoon, I got a call from a number I didnt recognise. It was a neighbour. She said, Your mums had an accident. I asked where she was, and she told me the name of the hospital. I got there as quickly as I could. They told me she’d collapsed in the street, hit her head, and there was nothing the doctors could do. That was it no drama, no final words.
There were no last sentences. No hugs. No time for anything. I just stared at a white wall as they explained the paperwork, the signatures, the procedures. I rang my brothers with a shaky voice, and said the hardest sentence Ive ever had to say: Mums gone.
The real shock didn’t hit at the hospital. It was when I went back into her house alone to gather her things. I opened her wardrobe and found clothes left out for the wash. Her sandals were by the door, her purse hanging behind the chair, shopping half put away. Everything was paused in the exact moment life stopped.
I picked up one of her blouses to put in a bag and caught the scent of her soap. I just stood there, holding the fabric, unable to move. Then I sat on her bed and stared at the floor for ages. I felt angry.
Then came the smallest things that hurt the most: dialing her number instinctively then remembering shes not there; coming home from work and not having anyone ask if you got back alright; passing by her house and not going inside. Nobody warns you about this silence.
Everyone says, It was her time, God works in mysterious ways, Shes at peace now. But I dont feel peace. I feel her absence. I feel that she left on a random day, without permission, without warning, with no time to soothe my heart.
Thats what stings most: it wasnt goodbye. It was a sharp, sudden cut.
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