Friday, August 26, 2005

Big Sam's Mama Died

Well, you know wherever there's a little Sammie there's a Big Sam, and wherever there's a Big Sam there's a man who was his own mama's little Sammie one fine day long, long ago. But it didn't seem that long ago when Big Sam's mama passed to her reward the other day.

She died in her own apartment in the old folks home, asleep on the beige flowered couch in front of the TV, her ever-present, nattering, beloved TV. Big Sam's brother went to the home to check on her like he always did on Tuesdays and Thursdays and found her in her comfortable, but deceased, state.

Big Sam's brother called him and said, "You'd better come on over here, Mama's gone". Running out the door, Big Sam told his boss he wouldn't be back for a week or so, Mama was gone and there weren't no way he was coming in to work till what had to be done was done.

He wasn't but halfway there when the tears began to flow.

He'd been complaining about her constant demands just yesterday. What did she expect? He had a family to raise and no time to spend hopping after her little desires. Besides, the senior citizen's place had everything a lady of elder years could need. Even a chaplain! What more could Big Sam do than he already did?

Big Sam never knew exactly when he turned into little Sammie again, but it must have been somewhere between the Coca-Cola billboard and the concrete stairs of the old folks home, because the big red lettering was the last thing he remembered before he tottered up the stairs in full little Sam mode, wanting his mama and wanting her bad. Snuffling and wiping off tears and snot on his sleeve, he rang the bell.

The TV was off when his brother let him in the apartment. It was too quiet, and little Sam was scared. He walked over to the weightless, tossed-aside shell that was all that remained of his mama, his mama who'd always had the answers for everything, for every hurt and sniffle, and dropped on his knees next to her.

"Mama! Wake up! Please, Mama, please..."

9 comments:

Mrs. Blessed said...

I am sorry for your loss, and praying for your family.

~~Mrs. Blessed

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Laurel1861 said...

Thanks, Mrs. Blessed.

We appreciate your prayers.

God bless,
Laurel

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Anonymous said...

That put a lump in my throat!

Mark Slater

Scorebored said...

Your essay was superb, and it reminded me of a dreaded approaching day that I sometimes manage to convince myself will never come.

May the Lord bless and comfort your family as you mourn.

Laurel1861 said...

Thanks to all who have left your condolences...and a warning...the mess Mama left behind in her personal papers (or lack of them) is going to have major consequences for us all.

Plan ahead for the dark days, for they come. And leave your instructions to your family in a REALLY OBVIOUS PLACE.

Mama, despite her ability to cure all hurts, didn't know how to organize her papers. Sigh...