A Visit from Mom
by Jules V Ness
(mn, US)
I woke with such a start that my body had
automatically bolted itself into an upright position. For some
reason, unknown to me, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was
being observed. Even though my eyes were still blurry from sleep and
not quite cooperating, I frantically searched the immediate area
surrounding my bed. I felt a sudden stab in my gut as I realized
someone truly was there, standing at the very foot of my bed.
I flung my hand out sideways in the
darkness towards my bedside table. I was desperately searching for
my eyeglasses that I had left lying there just a few hours earlier.
Without them or my contact lenses, what I thought I was visualizing
as a person could easily have been my bathrobe dangling innocently
from the six foot tall post at the end of my bed.
As I searched blindly in the dark, I felt
them for just an instant, barely brushing them with my fingertips.
The force was just enough to send them whirling off of the night
stand and spinning across the wooden floor. So much for that, my
only choice now was to squint like a mole and try to make out whom,
if anyone was truly there.
Concentrating to focus, I was able to
make out the figure; it appeared to be a woman. She was wearing a
brightly flowered dress with a brown tattered work coat over it. It
reminded me of the ones we used to wear on our family farm during my
childhood years.
The woman was
staring at me in an odd sort of a way. Her head was slightly quirked
to one side. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I could
hear the echo of each beat inside of my head. But then, even in my
half blind state, I began to notice the warm soft smile on the
woman’s face. I squinted a little harder. She seemed vaguely
familiar to me.
My brain shifted into overdrive racing
through all my past and present trying to sort out a name that I
could place with this face. Suddenly, I realized who was standing
there! Oh my God, it was my mother!
I had not recognized her in those first
waking moments, only because she no longer looked pale and ravished
as she had the last time I saw her. She appeared quite youthful,
vibrant and full of love; exactly as she had been before the cancer
had attacked her young body at twenty eight years of age. Mom died
twenty two years ago slowly and painfully, one pound at a time. She
was thirty years old, the exact age that I am now.
This truly happened to me. I was in a
horrible place in my life and I believe my mother decided to
intervene. She changed my whole life, it affected me so much that I
actually wrote a book about it; Intertwined Based on a True Story,
if you would like to read a couple of chapters, check it out on
Amazon.
Our loved ones never truly leave our
sides.
Jules V Ness