I made my first call as I was sitting in the Hospital Waiting Room.
I still hadn't processed what happened, but I did the best that I could to explain to her that Mom was gone.
The second call I'd made was to Work.
I tried to calmly tell them that I wasn't going to be able to go in. But obviously, I failed at that.
I was in the Wendy's Parking Lot near the Hospital.
Dan had gone inside to get us something to eat. As if I was thinking of eating. But, it was important to him that I at least try.
I'd left a message on my top Supervisor's Voicemail explaining why I wouldn't be in.
Within 2 minutes, he actually called me.
I think he might check his messages or even may get some kind of notification while he's at home.
He told me to take all the time that I needed. My Job would be there when I came back. I told him I'd only need the night off because I just couldn't get home in time to get ready for Work.
Stupid, Tam. You know you need time.
When we got home, I called our Neighbor across the Street. I've known her since I was 5. Mom really loved telling this story...
When we moved into this House in 1979, a Woman came to the Door with 3 Children and a plate of freshly-baked Cookies. They remained Friends for all of these years. Becky was one of those Kids. She now owns the House across the Street that once belonged to her Uncle. She watches the House and our Cats whenever we're away. I called her because I knew she could get the message to her Mother.
I called a Neighbor who lives 2 Houses down the Street. She too has been close Friends with Mom since we moved in. She was also my Brownie/Girl Scout Troop Leader.
Nobody could believe what I'd told them.
Mom was gone.
Just like that.
The next morning after I'd spoken to the Funeral Home, I had time to waste, so I spent time looking numbers up on Google. Whoever I could find, I called.
I didn't get Mom's Address Book until Sunday when I picked up her Dress. So I made the rest of the Calls then.
But those first calls?
They were the toughest.
Everything was so fresh. I couldn't get the words out.
By Sunday, I could compose myself (kind of) enough to get through the Calls.
When I was finally finished, I wanted to smash my Phone to bits.
But those first calls?
They were the toughest.
When we moved into this House in 1979, a Woman came to the Door with 3 Children and a plate of freshly-baked Cookies. They remained Friends for all of these years. Becky was one of those Kids. She now owns the House across the Street that once belonged to her Uncle. She watches the House and our Cats whenever we're away. I called her because I knew she could get the message to her Mother.
I called a Neighbor who lives 2 Houses down the Street. She too has been close Friends with Mom since we moved in. She was also my Brownie/Girl Scout Troop Leader.
Nobody could believe what I'd told them.
Mom was gone.
Just like that.
The next morning after I'd spoken to the Funeral Home, I had time to waste, so I spent time looking numbers up on Google. Whoever I could find, I called.
I didn't get Mom's Address Book until Sunday when I picked up her Dress. So I made the rest of the Calls then.
But those first calls?
They were the toughest.
Everything was so fresh. I couldn't get the words out.
By Sunday, I could compose myself (kind of) enough to get through the Calls.
When I was finally finished, I wanted to smash my Phone to bits.
But those first calls?
They were the toughest.
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