Mum (part 3)

We went to visit her every other day but eventerly we started visiting less. I hated to see her there in pain so did my dad. On the other hand brother didn't mind too much he loved my mum so much, no matter what. We could tell when she was very near the end. I could hardly even get up in the morning anymore. We started coming more often again treasuring every moment we got with her knowing it could be our last.

One day I went to school as normal but the begain to feel extremly upset and started crying. "whats the matter" asked some of my friends i reaplied "my mum! As you know shes got cancer but i know she is going to die soon it might even be today!" 2 hours later a teacher pulls me out of class and tells me my dads here. Yet again time seamed to freaze. I knew exactly what had happened. I walk to the school office pretending to know nothing and theres my dad crying in his back suite. It was my great grandads funaral that day exactly a week since he died. My dad hugs me and brings me to the car. He dosn't say a word, my grandperents were there too. My gran was the first to speak. They all said how sorry they were beacuse they figered i knew why i was going home. My dad picks my brother up from his school and we drive home.

When we get there it seams like almost my hole family are waiting there for us, even my young cosions. They all give us hugs then me my dad and my brother sit in the living room. "Im very sorry but mummy is dead" my dad says between sobs. We sit there and cry for ten minutes. In thoose presouse ten minutes it didn't seem like life was even worth living.

The strange thing about that extract of my life is that something inside me that day was telling me my mum was dead even though we were an hours drive away apart. What is also strange is that my mum died on exactly the same day my grandad died just a week later.