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.
i hope it was not i who told you that by phone.
No. That would be the crown prince.