Riiiiing! Riiiiing! The phone clamored. I’ve never heard it in such a way before. I check the caller ID and solemnly answered, knowing this was unusual. “Rachel?” My Aunt Angi’s trembling voice said. The next words to come out of her mouth were shattering, so much so that I fell straight to the floor with my one-year-old son in my arms. “Honey, your Mom passed away. The police are on their way.” My heart stopped and time stood still. I couldn’t stop it. “I can’t stop any of it,” I whimpered. I can’t give the exact details on what really happened in those few moments before I had to gather myself up and go see my Mom for the very last time at her home; but I can say that it was a sinking inside that I couldn’t anchor to any stability. After abuse from her mother,
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During that week, the family got together trying to arrange the funeral for her at Resthaven Funeral Home. It was so stessful. They started bringing out binders upon binders of caskets, urns, memorial pieces, CD playlists, catering options, and flower arrangements to go on top of the caskets Everything was outlandishly expensive, and the more concerned I felt, the less the funeral home tried to accommodate. After some deliberation, the family decided against their services and had her transported to John Ireland Funeral Home. The viewing lasted two days so everyone could pay their respects and say their goodbyes. On January 18, we held a small service for her. Close friends and family gathered to honor her. A pastor read from the bible as usual, my aunt struggled through telling stories of how strong their sisterly bond was, that they always had each other’s backs, even if they weren’t getting along that day. One of the last things she said was that she wished she could have saved her. My aunt passed away fourteen months later to an accidental
During that week, the family got together trying to arrange the funeral for her at Resthaven Funeral Home. It was so stessful. They started bringing out binders upon binders of caskets, urns, memorial pieces, CD playlists, catering options, and flower arrangements to go on top of the caskets Everything was outlandishly expensive, and the more concerned I felt, the less the funeral home tried to accommodate. After some deliberation, the family decided against their services and had her transported to John Ireland Funeral Home. The viewing lasted two days so everyone could pay their respects and say their goodbyes. On January 18, we held a small service for her. Close friends and family gathered to honor her. A pastor read from the bible as usual, my aunt struggled through telling stories of how strong their sisterly bond was, that they always had each other’s backs, even if they weren’t getting along that day. One of the last things she said was that she wished she could have saved her. My aunt passed away fourteen months later to an accidental