No more cold iron shackles on my feet

I don’t remember where I slept that night.  Probably at my father’s house.  Tallulah and my Sweet Lady would have gotten there by that time.  I remember having lunch because the woman at Subway got pissed when I said “no meat” after I ordered a chicken sandwich.  I didn’t even know they had a chicken sandwich at Subway.

I remember being told over a cell phone in a hospital parking lot that my mother was dead when I could have been up the elevator in 2 minutes and could have gotten the news face to face.  Given the reports I had gotten earlier, I didn’t expect her to be alive, but I didn’t drive 5 hours to get the news on the phone either.

I remember how my sister knew that it was Tallulah I was most sad for.  Tallulah who would not know her grandmother, a pretty awesome woman.  I remember not caring how much I cried or what anyone else’s plan was.  Mama was dead and nothing else was important.  I almost forgot that was today.  Four years ago.  I used to want to forget this day.  Now I am amazed by how little I seem to remember.