Mom Dropped Dead in My Arms

Mom came through the door like she always did. She was a little late getting in because I can remember that the Sun was fading fast out the kitchen window. I can't remember for sure how old I was, but I place it at about six or seven. I was sitting on a stool at the kitchen table which was an island separating the kitchen from the living room. Mom leaned against the other side of the island and with a I'm so out there in the stars I can see galactic rabbits look on her face said, "I'm not feeling so good." With that, my Nanna got up from her recliner and hurried to the table just in time to catch mom from weeble wobbling face first onto the kitchen floor. In no time flat we were in Nana's Toyota Tercel racing to the hospital that mom had just left work from. I was in the back seat. Mom was right in front of me as Nanna used her right arm to steady mother from slumping into her lap. As the ride progressed mom began making sounds like a deep throated cow choking on clumps of wet grass. She jerked, and gargled, and drooled with a fury that I had never witnessed. As we were about ten minutes away from the hospital mom suddenly quit convulsing and with a mighty jerk, was thrust between the space of the front seats into my little boy arms. How I caught her I do not know. I looked down at her face and was instantly shocked by the bluish purple color surrounding her mouth. Her eyes were looking somewhere else and they really freaked me out. I began screaming, mommy wake up! Mommy wake up! Please Mommy wake up, I'm scared, Mommy I'm scared, wake up!" The terror that ran through me for those moments will never be forgotten. Mom had completely quit breathing and my Nanna, the real deal, calmed me down with "it's going to be alright, just hold your mom steady honey." When we arrived at the ER a team of nurses was waiting. Nana pulled mom back up into the front seat and told me to go to the lobby and wait there. As I looked back over my shoulder I saw the nurses and orderlies drag mom from the passenger seat. It was like they were trying to corale a huge water ballon that had been covered in axel grease. (Mom wasn't that big, but that is what comes to mind.) I remember vividly the t-shirt she was wearing that had become exposed from under her work garb. It had a picture of the Earth taken from high orbit and it had a fist flicking a middle finger over top of the planet. It said fuck nukes, and I agree. It was in that moment that I first prayed for real to my Heavenly Father. I remember weeping and holding my arms up to the sky and begging God not to take my Mommy. I cried and screamed to God in that lobby for quite some time before I was informed that mother had been brought back to life and that she would make it after all. God answered my prayer that night concerning my mom, it would be the last answered prayer when it comes to her for all my days on this earth. I have not spoken to her in years and years and I will never speak to her again. I know this, if would have known then what kind of influence she was going to have on my life, I definately would have prayed another prayer on that night that she slipped away. From where I sit now, it would have been far better for her to have stayed where she was at...damn.