Black Sunday

It is funny sometimes how quickly life can turn. Saturday evening I had just finished teaching a Boot Camp and was pretty exhausted. I got an e-mail from my mom telling me that an aunt was having a 75th birthday party the next day and I should really send a card. I scratched my head and wondered how I was supposed to do that with such late notice.

When I got a call the next morning from my cousin, I thought it was to wish his mom a happy birthday. Unfortunately it was a call that no child wants to get. My mother had a major heart attack and was barely with us. She lasted a few more hours and was gone. The only good news to me is that it was so quick and the suffering was minimal.

I can't remember her ever being sick. She was always active and had always been good about going to the doctor and nothing significant was ever wrong with her. In a few days I'll try to post more about what a great woman she was and how many lives she touched. All I ever wanted to do was to try and make her proud.

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