She was supposed to call me that morning to make sure I was up at the crack of dawn and whisk myself off to an Estate sale. I’d found a pair of chairs the day before that, if the price was right, had her name on them.
Since I’m often up late, mornings aren’t always my specialty. I wanted so very much to get these chairs for Jo, though, especially after seeing how my description of them made her face light up. I was so determined, I actually woke up on my own, without a wake up call or even the alarm!
I was surprised when my wake up call from Jo didn’t come (I’d laid in bed a few minutes, waiting for the phone to ring so I could tell her in my cheery morning voice, "Guess what, I’m UP!!" knowing that would make her giggle). When no call came, I got out of bed, splashed water on my face, brushed my teeth and quickly dressed, hurrying so I could make sure I was early enough to get those chairs for her.
I was able to buy the chairs – and Jo was thrilled. It was also the day that brought the beginning of the end.
Jo had had a small heart attack that night – only neither of us knew it or understood it.
In the days and weeks to follow we would go through doctor appointments, tests and hospital visits … all that led up to the final day – the day I lost her in January – a loss I’ve never quite gotten over…. and with the holidays coming I find myself visiting, all too often, the flow of tears that I wish would stop.
She was my mom. She was my closest friend. She was all I had. I will always be grateful for every moment I had with her – and miss our silly laughter.