It was a cold and rainy December morning. The night before, my sister and I fell asleep in our living room watching cartoons. "Ashley, Ashley, wake up." I heard my dad say to me as he gently shook my shoulder. My sleepy eyes were stretching open, I could feel the eye crust in the corners of my eyes. I looked up at my dad and could see the tears glisten on his cheek. His voice was soft and gentle, "your mommom passed away in her sleep last night." I didn't click at first, but when it did, it hurt. How could she be gone? She was just here yesterday. These were thoughts that ran through my mind as I could feel the hot tears run down my cheek.
Two years later, it was a warm spring day. My best friend Madison was over and we sat on the computer in my living room. The back door was open and you could hear the birds chirping. My mom walked into the living room while wiping the tear from her left cheek. She said she had been going through some of my mommoms things and she stumbled upon three envelopes. Each envelope had a name on it. My name, my sister Andreas name, and my poppops name who had passed just earlier that year. She opened the letters thinking she had stuffed them with pictures but when she opened it, that was not what she found. There were hand written letters.
She handed me my letter. The top was torn open from where my mom opened it, my name was big and bold in black pen. It was weird to see her handwriting after the time had passed. I pulled out the letter and unfolded paper. Inside, my mommom had placed a picture. I recognized myself, I was in second grade. The letter was dated in 2002 which would have placed me in second grade. The letter started off just as any other letter, 'Ashley,'. As I read the letter, I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face. She had written the letters when she was first diagnosed with Ovarian/Cervical cancer.
She wrote in her letter how she was so proud of me and loved me so much. She wrote about me, the way she saw me. And that is something so special for me to see. I got to see how the most amazing woman in my life saw me. But she wrote to me through that letter her very last words to me. Those were things she knew she needed me to know. Her letter brought back some sad feelings but it also brought me feelings of relief. The little spot in my heart that ached every day filled up. Her letter brought me the closure I needed with her passing.
Two years later, it was a warm spring day. My best friend Madison was over and we sat on the computer in my living room. The back door was open and you could hear the birds chirping. My mom walked into the living room while wiping the tear from her left cheek. She said she had been going through some of my mommoms things and she stumbled upon three envelopes. Each envelope had a name on it. My name, my sister Andreas name, and my poppops name who had passed just earlier that year. She opened the letters thinking she had stuffed them with pictures but when she opened it, that was not what she found. There were hand written letters.
She handed me my letter. The top was torn open from where my mom opened it, my name was big and bold in black pen. It was weird to see her handwriting after the time had passed. I pulled out the letter and unfolded paper. Inside, my mommom had placed a picture. I recognized myself, I was in second grade. The letter was dated in 2002 which would have placed me in second grade. The letter started off just as any other letter, 'Ashley,'. As I read the letter, I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face. She had written the letters when she was first diagnosed with Ovarian/Cervical cancer.
She wrote in her letter how she was so proud of me and loved me so much. She wrote about me, the way she saw me. And that is something so special for me to see. I got to see how the most amazing woman in my life saw me. But she wrote to me through that letter her very last words to me. Those were things she knew she needed me to know. Her letter brought back some sad feelings but it also brought me feelings of relief. The little spot in my heart that ached every day filled up. Her letter brought me the closure I needed with her passing.