What It’s Like To Wait For Someone To Die
It’s as horrible as it sounds
I remember when I got the call. I had been living in Guatemala for almost 4 years when it arrived. I had been waiting all that time for it. You can read about it here:
After the call, it was really just a matter of time. It could have been hours, minutes, days. No one knows. I figured mom would just have a heart attack or die in her sleep one day.
I just figured one day I’d get a call from Canada saying ‘mom died in her sleep last night’ and that would be it. I mean, don’t we all wanna die like that anyway?
I sure as fuck do.
Anyway, it appeared that wasn’t going to be the case with mom. Stubborn old girl that she is. She was on death’s doorstep and we all wished someone would hurry up and open the door for her (yo, God, anytime now).
She hadn’t eaten or drank anything for 6 days. My sister was nice enough to do a Facetime with me so I could see her. Yup. She looked dead. Her thighs were the size of my arms, and I’m a scrawny little…
