Phyllis Maria Cologera

You wore so many Bracelets, right there on your right arm.

I used to ask why you wore so many.

Hallelujah

You were an angel in the shape of my mum

You got to see the person I have become

Spread your wings and I know

That when God took you back

He said, "Hallelujah, you're home"

"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

~Dylan Thomas~

Her dress was Blue.

Like her Eyes.

She looked like a Princess.

I made my first call as I was sitting in the Hospital Waiting Room.

It was to my older Sister.

Whenever anything bad happened to me, health-wise or other, my Mother would always say:

"I wish I could take it for you."

I mean, the Woman dealt with enough...

I've had many Calls... Emails... Voicemails... Texts...

The Cards are still arriving.

All are much-appreciated. 

All ask the same question...

"How are you holding up?"

There's only one answer for me.

I don't remember even closing my eyes that night. I must've slept a little.

But I don't remember it.

I remember her face. Oh my Gods, her face. I saw her face when I closed my eyes. And I saw her face when I opened them.

My Phone rang.

It was the Hospital.

"Your Mother is coding. We are performing CPR, trying to get her back."

"What???? How??? I'm on my way!"

It was 6:59pm. Thursday, May 31st, 2018