Yesterday November 13, 2013 I found my Mommy cold and dead on the floor in her bed room at 8:02 pm. I am 17 years old. She was happy that day, smiling and laughing, joking and having a good time. She was on the phone and went down to the basement to change clothes. My grandmother and I thought nothing of it and kept on with what we were doing. I went downstairs to tell my Mommy that I was going to take a shower and I found her dead on the floor, face blue and cold. She had her hand up like she was talking on the phone. To my dismay they had simply hung up when my Mommy didn't answer. I feel they should have done something...but how could they have known right? I don't know how to feel, knowing my Mommy, the person I looked up to the most is gone.