Coma Chronicles

Its been over a year since my mother died – and it sound corny, but something does shift after the year mark.

She died at Randjies Laagte Frail care, with my father and Aunt my her side, as i was walking down the corridor to see her. When i walked into the room, they both shook their heads at me – she had just taken her last breath. My father was convinced she waited for me.

I called Cathy – so hard to tell her, so hard that she couldn’t be with us. Robert came, gran came too. After everyone had left Robert sat next to me  with her body till early morning , waiting for the undertaker. It was so quiet and peaceful, I watched her body change as she left it.

Then came the horrible business of death, sorting our funeral, cremation and going to Doves in town (horrible horrible) and then settling on thomas knight.

I kept her little box of ashes for a year, now Cathy has them.