Our Moma's Gone
Mother had only been home a week after traveling to spend the Christmas holidays with me and my wife. She loved coming to Alabama for Christmas, so she said. Maybe she just wanted to be with her baby boy. Her first major trip after knee replacement surgery. Other than that, the picture of health. I can't remember a visit when we laughed so loud or had so much fun. Mother was anticipating the BCS championship game between Alabama and Notre Dame. She was looking forward to an extra trip to Alabama in May to see her baby boy receive his Master's Degree. I was on my way to my second job on January 3 when I received a call from my older brother. He said he had some bad news I had better sit down.He said "our Momma's gone". Her husband talked to her before he left his job that day. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner. He came home to find the house engulfed in smoke and mother dead on the kitchen floor from what we would later find to be a brain aneurysm.It's almost been 9 months since that day. I still can't believe this has happened.I feel the same today as the day I received the call. Its as if the very purpose of my existence is gone.I feel like I'm just going through the motions of life. There is no more joy. I know I will never get over losing my mother. I will simply live out the remainder of my life mourning the loss of the greatest friend I ever had, my biggest fan, the greatest mother. God made man to suffer. By taking my mother, he has made certain I will.