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By crystal wands
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I could hear my sisters' screams from down the long, cold hall and through the mechanical doors that locked the public from the patients in ICU. The waiting room is filled with my mom's closest friends and family. Tears are streaming down the faces of everyone who knows her. They all know what my sisters' screams are for. I asked April, My mother's oldest and best friend to watch my daughters for me while I tried to run and comfort my sisters.
I am a man through and through, but as I am walking down the eternal frozen hallway, to the door that blocks me from my mother, my knees start to buckle. Though I feel as if I am running, It feels like that blasted door gets further and further away. Finally I make it to the mechanical door and enter my mom's room number and am allowed through, but what I see is not what I was expecting.
There are cookies, tea, coffee and water out for family. The tubes have been removed and the monitors are now gone. It looks like my mother is simply taking a nap before having quest come over. The only difference is, now she is blue from her head to her little toes. She is not sleeping. She has died. I rush to my sisters and put their heads on my chest to try and block them from the horrible sight I was seeing. This wasn't my mother. My mother was full of life and would outlive us all. How could this be? Not even ten minutes ago she was laughing and listening to me play my guitar. I hate the color blue. Blue is not the color my mom is suppose to be. She is an Angel, and now she is gone.
Each day now seems to wear me down. Funeral arrangements and cost. The cremation cost and what to do with all my mothers stuff. She has eight children, how do you divide a lifetime of stuff between eight children who each want it all. To top it off, The funeral home is pale blue with royal blue trim. Why blue? Why am I stuck here waiting on everyone? Where are they?
“There you are! I've been....What have you girls done to your hair?†They dyed their hair blue... all three of them. What are they thinking? Can't they see that blue means disaster? Blue means death? Why couldn't they choose red or orange or pink. A normal girl's colors? Why blue? Saleena, my youngest sister hadn't spoke since we were all at the hospital. She is the youngest of all eight of us and she was the closest to our mom, so it took me by surprise when she was the one to answer my cries.
“Steven†she said “Mom has always wanted to dye her hair blue. We do this in memory of her. She believed that blue was of God. Look around you and you will see that everything that means anything has some shade of blue in it.†Saleena walked to the window and stared out for a of couple minutes. “From the bluegrass beneath your toes, the water in the reservoir that gets filtered so you and I can shower and cook.†Saleena continued softly and tearfully. “Even the pool that you enjoy taking a dip in, on a hot summer day, is blue. Mom believed that the sky is God's arms wrapping around the universe embracing us with his love.â€
“Didn't you see mom, Saleena? She was blue. How can you say that is God's love? Tell me, please.â€
Saleena looked at me with a tearful eye and simply said “Mom is in heaven. She is no longer in major pain that she has been living in. Mom is looking down on us through that big, gorgeous blue sky.†With that, Saleena quit talking. I know now that she is right without a shadow of doubt.
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