The mistake we made

Suzette was dealing with her mothers loss. She stood by her side every day and every night as she was terminally ill with bone cancer. The utter screams of pain at night would wake her and her then newborn son, mother's blood shot eyes wouldn't make her disbelief any better, she often wished she could take the pain away from her dying mother. She'd wish that things were back to normal, that her mother was down stairs watching her morning tv talk shows, laughing perhaps even yelling at the screen. The only screams she could her now was the wailing of her mothers pain. No more pain medications to take, as doctor Hansen didn't finish the prior authorization forms in time for the insurance, The payment for her medications was more than a can of infant formula for her child. But there was now an empty room, a room that was filled with pain and no more laughter or smiles. Just an empty cold room dressed in a bright yellow, the ceiling fan became dusty and one of the mirrors had shattered a couple weeks prior to her death. but who was to clean her mothers room but suzette. She could dare trust her brother joseph as he was a known to borrow an item or two. But it was only far, as it was only the two of them left from their mother lineage.

She proceeded down the stairs to grab a couple of boxes from the Livingroom, when she noticed a gold bracelet on one of the steps. "This bracelet looks like grandmother Ackers", she proceed to gently grab the 24k gold bracelet and brush off the light dust flakes around it. Continuing to the kitchen she couldn't help but notice that her back door in the kitchen was cracked open, as if someone was trying to break in. Suzette rushed to the top drawer in the kitchen where she kept her handgun, nervous and spooked she uttered the words "who's here in my home, come out now, I wont hurt you". A thump was heard from above, the same spot where her mothers room was located. Her heart started to race but she instantly started to think it could possibly be her brother Joseph. She walked back up the stairs with her handgun present at her waist side but all the lights upstairs where shut off besides her mothers old room. She became nervous with fright and proceeded forward. as she crept the door open and calmly asked who was present, she notice a woman staring outside of the window, humming such beautiful music. Her hair was red just like Suzettes and the gown was identical to that of what Suzette wore the day she gave birth to her son Benjamin. Suzette slowly crept toward the woman and called her own name, just as the last words slipped through her dry lips, the woman turned around. She looked cold and lonely, as if she was crying for hours at a time, her skin pale and blue veined. Her lips quivered and trembled as she stated "You are not here, this is but a dream, a dream you cant let go, a dream you wanted ever so". a large bellow came from the woman's mouth, scream of pain and fear, Suzette's skin started to glow a bright gold undertone as she started to scream as well.

A light, bright as the early morning sun appeared and suzette reached up, not understanding what had happened. where was she and what had took place certainly slipped her mind, the woman scream was so unbearable. Her grandmothers bracelet was wrapped around her wrist and the same dress the woman wore was on her. She felt cold and sad but she decided to get herself up from the grassy meadows she arrived at. what seemed to be a beautiful field, was nothing more than a beautiful graveyard and the sun had risen. There she was laying on her gravesite next to her beloved mother and also next to her sons grave. But how could that be, her son was a toddler, she had taken care of her mother from bone cancer for years now. She couldn't possibly be dead she stated, but the sad reality is, suzette was dead, she was in-between. Not here nor there but as a guiding light to those around her, and her memories played in her head over and over. She was confused, when did she cross over, what happened to her son. As she started to read the dates on the stones, she noticed she died before her son, then her son passed then her mother. Her son was three when he passed but she died the same year he was born and her mother passed the same as her son. Now they laid restfully in their plots for eternity but her son was no where to be found nor her mother due to a mistake she made.