I stiffly opened my eyes,
It was April 1st 1996.
The bright sun shone through the window and illuminated the particles of dust floating around.
I woke in the spare room,
as I couldn't stay in my bedroom anymore,
the one with the clown wall paper,
the one that she kept her wedding dress in,
it's where the night nurse stayed now.
My Dad was staring out the window,
The strongest man I know,
The man that never cries,
Even when he fell off a ladder,
was crying,
I didn't need to hear the words he said.
I could tell by the emptyness that flooded the house,
She was gone.
I screamed for her,
but she couldn't hear me.
She'ld had finally given up the battle she had been fighting for so long,
The war she fighting not for herself,
but for her friends,
family,
me.
My Dad guided me in to the room where she lay peacefully.
Eyes closed,
The room was so still.
I leant over to give her a kiss on the cheek,
Like I always use to.
But this time,
she didn't wake up and give me that smile that always made me feel warm inside,
The smile that comforted me when I was scared the most.
The smile that she gave me everyday, when she was at hospital or at home, despite however much pain she was in.
I think this was probably the most happy memory I have of her,
Because there was no longer pain and struggle lingering in the air,
Just peace.
