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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Home (01/09/06)

TITLE: When You Can’t Go Home Again
By David Story
01/15/06


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I went to my mother’s gravesite on Christmas Day…my father and my brother are buried there as well.
Kind of tough, visiting with my wife’s family (whom I adore), and then going out to the cemetery to spend a few minutes with my own.

The last time I saw my mother she was complaining of having difficulty breathing so we took her to her doctor (a muscular specialist) at the Medical Center in Houston, TX. We drove from Dallas. One would think, since my mom had ALS (Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis), better known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease, that I would spend the time from Dallas to Houston seeing to her comfort.

Wrong.

I spent the time asleep in the back, getting rest so that once I dropped my mom and dad off at the hospital, I could head directly to my brother’s, who happened to be living in Houston at the time, and spend the rest of the night ‘partying’ at his house.

As soon as we got into the city my dad, who was driving, woke me up. I didn’t appreciated being disturbed.

I was in a bad mood.

And it showed…

As soon as we pulled into the parking lot I jumped out of the van, grabbed the wheelchair, opened the passenger side door, and somewhat forcefully placed my mom in. Her shoes were on the floorboard. I grabbed them and again, somewhat forcefully, placed them on her feet.

She looked up at me and smiled.

I didn’t smile back.


My mother died that night.

My dad called the next morning over at my brother’s house, where I was nursing a major hangover.

“Your mother’s dead.”


That was eighteen years ago.

I’m coming up on ten years sober now.

I praise the Lord for my sobriety. I praise the Lord for my family and the forgiveness they’ve shown me. I praise my Heavenly Father for my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and His never-ending supply of grace and mercy.

But I miss my mom.

I wish I could tell her I’m sorry.

I’ll get the chance.

Perhaps it’s true that on this side of heaven I can’t go home again. But one day I will. And on that day, ‘Lord please come soon’, on that day I will put my arm around her shoulder, kiss her cheek, and tell her that I love her.

I miss you Mom.

See you soon.


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terri tiffany01/17/06
Loved this..very to the point and hard hitting. Nice job.
Marilyn Schnepp 01/18/06
Your story left me in tears; it seems we all think of what we did or didn't do when our loved ones were alive and well. I long to see my Mother again...and I miss her every day even though it's been 20 years. That day will be a great day UP THERE...when we meet again. Thank you for sharing your story.
Alexandra Wilkin01/21/06
Honest and powerful piece. God bless for sharing this.
Marilyn Schnepp 02/18/06
I hope you don't mind, David, but I came back to revisit this site; it gives me the encouragement I need to keep on "keeping on"...so that I can see my mother again. Thanks!
Kim Sandstrom08/21/06
I like the utter simplicity which let it be honest. I have 5 boys, some who don't often treat me very well, especially in light of the fact that I mourn their only sister so and am now raising her baby. I feel badly for them when they treat me awfully, because I know that they will grow up one day and have this ache for doing this to me. That is part of a mother's pain; knowing that they will face this regret.
Your mom shines through this piece quietly as a "sweet soul".
God bless, kim