How Dare You Take Her From Me.

It started off pretty normally, so normal that I believed it to be true. Me and my older brothers were on our way to my wedding so were dressed up to the nines. When we got a phone call saying that my mum was close to death. I screamed because my mother is not just my mother but my best friend, maybe it was because I was her only daughter I'm not sure but I was so immediately heart broken that I could barely function as the information sunk in. It was Craig who moved first, running upstairs to our mother's bedroom. A few seconds later I followed him only to see my mum frail on her bed. I had never seen her look frail before. She was a northern lass from a long line of northerners. It wasn't supposed to be in our DNA to look weak. At that moment I felt so guilty at everything I had done over the course of my life, not that I had been a bad child but I wasn't an angel either. All those times I went to the match with my brothers and my grandad when I could have been with her.
I couldn't lose my mum. I threw myself on the bed beside her and squirmed closer to her like I did when I was a little girl. My mother is a woman of many words, always having an answer for everything that is said to her so I wasn't surprised when she spoke.

"Oi, Graham lasses don't cry pretty so stop it. Neither do the lads." she said as she kissed my forehead.

"Mam, she needs to know." Tosh told her. She just nodded and gestured for him to come closer. I had never seen my brothers cry before so that probably drove home exactly how much time she had left. Which was not a lot.

"The cancer's come back babe. I got diagnosed last week and it's too late to do anything this time."

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I demanded of my brothers.

"I told them not to. I'm sorry baby. You were getting married today. I spoilt your big day."

"You are more important. Who else is going to walk me down the aisle? You promised remember. We made a deal." I reminded. I never got a reply, she had taken off her wedding ring and placed it on my finger without me realising and then slipped away. She died with her children around her and all I could feel was guilt as my heart broke into a thousand different pieces as I shook her, hoping that she would shout at me for leaving the bathroom light on or leaving the car with no petrol left in it. Anything at all.