Some Seconds After – A Short Story For My Mum

In the early hours of the morning, on the 15th of December 2020, my Mother released her hold on this mortal coil, and passed peacefully in her sleep. You could say the timing was by her hand, and she was from all accounts pain free, unlike the months prior. She was stoic in every way throughout the process, once given the facts that her fate was written to paper and not an eventual thing that will happen to us all. I had only a handful of conversations about it with her, not because I didn’t have the chance to, but because the necessity was not there. I love my Mum, and miss her everyday, but I know one day I will see her again. I’m not religious, I don’t have a belief structure that I follow, but I know there is something after this.

This story is for my Mum, it is how I like to believe things took place on that morning.

I love you Mum xoxoxo


She stands before the doorway, silently watching as they move around her in what one may mistaken for some nickel and dime theatre companies latest abstract masterpiece.  She squeezes her tongue through her purse mouth, wringing whatever moisture from it, as she tries to wet her dry cracked lips.

“Why do I still hurt?” she hisses with a scowl upon her face.

“You have not lifted the pen from the paper yet my dear. For you are not really feeling pain, you are just imagining it hurts because that is how your mind has become trained. It will take time to forget, but you will, once you lift the pen.” he says with a soft smile, as he grasps her shoulder tightly.

She looks over to him as she rests a hand on his, and gives it a squeeze, then looks back to the others with eyes shrouded in sorrow. “Will they be okay?”

“That is no longer your burden to carry anymore. Let them go, so you can as well.”

“B-B-But, I’m not ready to,” she says as she looks to him with tears in her eyes. “I-I-I, I don’t want to be forgotten. I-I-I, I don’t want them to forget me.”

“They will grieve, and in that grief, in that pain, they will prosper and they will NEVER forget. For in death, grows the perfection of the eternal memory, where we are remembered forever by those we love, and who love us,” he says as he gestures to the air before them.

“But what of the pain I still have? What of my grief for them?”

“It will prevail, and over time it will heal. Although unlike those you have left behind, you have the knowledge they do not, you know what awaits. You have the forever of tomorrow to look forward to, and when they pass, they will join you here. They will join all of us, one day, but for now,” he says as he holds a hand out for her to take. “It is time for you to go.”

She looks back at them, and places a hand against her chest, clutching herself tightly. “I-I-I, I don’t want to GO!”

“No one ever does, but it is time, and time has a finite path. The others are waiting,” he says.

She looks back over to him as her eyes widen, “A-A-Are they all there? E-Everyone?”

He smiles, “Everyone is there, and they all can’t wait to see you.”

She looks back and allows a soft smile to gently caress her lips, then turns and takes his hand.

“How long will it all take?”

“How ever long it takes,” he replies with a smile as he pushes open the doorway and they step out into the hall. She manages to turn just as the door closes and catches one last glimpse of the body that housed all she was for the last seventy years, and waves goodbye, then looks up into her father’s eyes and smiles.

He nods his head towards a bright light at the end of the hall. “Race you there!” he says, as he looks down at the little girl all dolled up in her pink dress. She giggles loudly as she races off, towards her forever tomorrow…

2 thoughts on “Some Seconds After – A Short Story For My Mum

  1. Simply beautiful! As is your Mum 💓
    From the moment I met her, we were instantly friends 😊 What an amazing woman who made a huge impression on me. Forever in my heart ♥️

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  2. Beautiful words Matt and so eloquently expressed with the obvious love you have for your mum, my Aunty Julie.
    Love to you and all your family.

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