The End of May

This particular year, the end of May was a much anticipated time.  I was finally graduating from Pepperdine University with my doctorate in Organizational Leadership.  This time was the end of a long nine year journey.  Honestly, I was content knowing that I was finally done and really did not desire to participate in the graduation ceremony.  As a symbol of closure, I decided the ceremony was important for all of those who sacrificed while I attended school.  What I didn’t anticipate was that that ceremony would also mark the end of life as we (my whole family) knew it.  I graduated on a Thursday.  I turned down my parent’s offer of a party or a fancy dinner and just wanted to go shopping on Friday with my mom.  This is something that we have enjoyed throughout the years.  For us, it was/is an important ritual – so important that she changed her plane reservations to leave Sunday morning instead of Friday.  That Friday, my mom and I shopped and shopped and shopped.  It was so cathartic.  I traveled back home the next morning from Southern California to Northern California.  The next day, Sunday May 29, 2017 my mother flew to Louisiana to visit her father.  She always would call me on her layover in Houston, but my phone hadn’t rung all day.  I called her several times to check on her, but there was no answer, and if you know my mom, that was pretty typical, she rarely would hear her phone ring.  Still I had that nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right.  That evening I got a call from my dad telling me that my mother was in the hospital in Houston.  He said something about a headache, the bathroom, and her passing out.  Even with sketchy details, I knew that this was the day, the last Sunday in May,  that our lives as we knew them had changed forever.

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