Dear kid's (Chapter Four)

New name! it took me a while to figure a name out but I think I've got it! all

"the orphans who found the light " will now be "Dear, kid's"

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Dear, kid's

by: Jean Mason

CHAPTER FOUR

The last days of a life are never easy if you don't have anybody, luckily I did, I had my children my husband and my father, and there wasn't much pain they made sure of that, and the last days were nice, everyone got along and were nice to each other, it was a little weird at first getting used to the whole "dyeing" thing, but after a while it was just a normal thing, like eating medicine or taking off a bandage,

One month later I died, they told my family it was painless, a week after was my funeral, my children cried, my father cried the only one who didn't was my husband, "staying strong for the kids" as he would often say, I don't know weather there was much of a point to that in this case because everyone understood, to a degree anyway, Ela understood that I was only mortal and that I had cancer and was going to die because of it, Mark, Luke, and Hope even though we tried explaining the subject with them only seemed to understand that God was "taking money away soon." as they put it,

They asked constantly why I had to leave and all I could give them for a answer was that God was calling me home, so I had to go, a six months after I collapsed at that picnic, I died, in a hospital, at 2:30 am, Frank was there the kids were there my whole family was there, I couldn't have asked for a better send off, and even though the hospital felt like a meat freezer and I had piled blankets on top of myself in order to stay warm, the love in that room on the last day of my life was warmer then any fire could have been,

Frank, and my Father planed a funeral, even though I never really wanted them to waste the money on me like that, all my friends were there, my children, Ela cried, the others, didn't quite understand,

They kept asking, "Where is Momey?" "When will she be back?" Frank was heartbroken, he couldn't answer their questions, because he was trying to keep himself together, at the end of the day my Father took the children home and put them to bed, Frank, stayed at the seminary until ten o'clock at night, then even truly drove himself home.