How I Got 5 More Minutes with My Mom
This may sound like a strange statement to make.
If you don’t know me, then this might seem totally random, and not a big deal.
And if you do know me, then you’d know this is a complete impossibility.
Bear with me here —
My mom passed away when I was in high school. She battled a long illness that I didn’t know much about at the time.
And being a teenager, let’s face it — I didn’t really care to know the details.
I just knew things in our family were different. For as far back as I could remember, my mom couldn’t do what other mothers could do with their kids. It was just a fact of life.
Other kids had moms who could take them to the park, monkey around on the jungle gym, play dress-up or have dance parties. My mom couldn’t do any of those things. On her best days, she could walk slowly while holding onto the walls. As her disease progressed, she became wheelchair bound. And eventually, she became fully immobilized, 100% bedridden.
She died when I was a high school senior, while I was taking my SATs.
But a short time ago, I was granted five more minutes with her.
And it was amazing.