A Mother’s Worst Nightmare

I was supposed to wake up around 2am this morning to go work overtime. I set my alarm. But it didn’t wake me up. In fact, i set it to go off Monday, not today. So I woke up way late (515am)

What woke me up instead was a true nightmare.

Have you ever had a dream that felt so real? As if it happened in real life? So real that when you woke up, you just had to take a few moments to realize it wasn’t “real”?

I had one of those last night. It’s one I will never forget unfortunately.

I could hear the organ playing softly in the distance; people quietly chattering.

I could smell fresh cut flowers; and the stench of a 100 different perfumes mixed together.

I could see the sea of black; and the rivers of tears.

I could feel my heart in my throat, and the weight of my legs moving in slow motion.

I could taste the sorrow. My sorrow.

The door opened. I overheard someone say this child was killed by an active shooter at their elementary school. My eyes refocused. For some reason, my vision was blurry. I didn’t understand.

And then my eyes landed on the little casket, with the top closed. A bouquet of rainbow flowers laid gently on top. And the giant picture of a beautiful little girl in her school picture off to the side. A beautiful girl with big Brown eyes and long Brown hair. She was smiling. Alive.

It was our daughter.

I couldn’t take another step forward.

I fell. I screamed.

And it was then that it hit me…that I would never see my daughter dancing, running, reading, again. My 2nd grader that was learning how to count money yesterday, I would never struggle with the knots in her hair again. A gun took my goofy girl away from this world, and left me with a room full of rotting flowers. In that moment, my world ended.

At least my dream world. Because I woke up. Before I died from a broken heart in my nightmare.

#NeverAgain
#LoveLikeNoTomorrow

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