It was a day like any other day for myself as a six year
old. I went to school, rode the bus home, and I was ready to walk home from the
bus stop. My sister met me to walk home together. We went to a yellow corn
field to play hide and seek as soon as we got at our house.
At 4:00 we were coming out of the corn field, when we saw my
Aunt Jennifer and my step grandmother Betty pull into our driveway. We were
curious, but I remembered they said earlier that week they would come visit.
However, by the look on their faces, they didn’t look like they came to visit.
“Get in the car, children,” said Betty as she also wiped off
a tear.
“Why are you-” I began but she just opened the car door and
pushed us in. The ride was quiet as a library full of children reading. I
couldn’t help wonder how come my mom didn’t pick us up.
When we pulled up in Betty’s driveway I saw all kinds of
cars which belonged to my family.
“Why are all these cars here, Betty?” I asked.
She replied, “Please get out.” I got out and went in. When I
opened the door it was like a zoo! No one was talking but they were crying! Betty told me and my
sister to go outside until our Granny arrived.
At this point inside my body I asked myself why was
everybody crying and not us?!
“Was someone hurt?” I asked myself.
I made my way our side and soon my Granny joined me.
“Matthew, you are going to live with me now.” Granny said.
“W-why’s that?” I said with my teeth chattering as I spoke,
even though I was wearing a light jacket.
“Matthew, I don’t know to tell you this…”
“Tell me what.”
“…Your…mother…died.”
“You’re joking, right.”
At first I thought she was joking. When she started crying I
believed her.
I started crying too. Now I looked like everyone else. I
didn’t understand all my emotions. After all, I was only six. Why was this
happening to me?
Inside, my sister was taking it worse than me. And you would
think I would because I was little.
I went back into the house and everyone said they hoped I’d
feel better soon. They invited me to with them. I felt like a puppy at the
pound. I hardly slept that night because there was a lot on my mind. My mom was
gone. I thought she would be around forever!?
At the funeral, I tried not to cry and I didn’t much but
when I got to the casket, I did. Gospel music followed the sermons at the
funeral which was a closed casket.
I’ll never forget my memories with my mom or those sad days
around her death.
My aunt told me when I was a lot older that I said in the
funeral home, “Mommy, Mommy wake up!”
I wish she would wake up so we both could say good bye.
So if you haven’t figured it out, that is a personal
narrative that I wrote…back in the fourth grade…in 2002. Of course, it isn’t my
best writing but that is okay because it gets my point across of what this
entry is about. Today marks 13 years since my Mom was taken from me. 13 years
that I have had to wonder about all the “What-ifs.” 13 years trying to figure
out what kind of person she was. 13 years trying to keep the memories of her
alive. 13 years to keep her alive in my heart. 13 years telling people that Mom
had passed.
13 years is a long time but this year has been really tough
on me as I have gotten closer in coming to terms with her death. Now, I get to
not only cry about this terrible anniversary but instead, I get to make her proud
from some of her own hopes for me.
A couple of weeks ago, I was looking through my old stuff
and I came across my Baby Book that Mom started for me and in the back of the
book, a section was called, “Mom’s Letter.” In it, Mom wrote the following letters
to me over the six years that I was with her.
I hope you enjoy life
and want to help others and work all time and provide a living for you and your
family and not depend on anyone else. I hope you go through school and go to
college and make a doctor or lawyer or something you enjoy yourself that pays
good or a dentist. Just make something of your life and be kind to everyone and
look over and take care of sissy as much as possible. Respect your family
always no matter what. We all love you.
Signed “Mommy”
Date: 10-7-93
Your Age: 6 Months
Tell sissy I want her
to make something of her life as well and not depend on anyone. Go through
school no matter how hard things get, enjoy herself and be kind and love
everyone. I know it’s hard sometimes. Tell her I love her and she’ll always be
my baby!
Love Mom
Signed Mommy
Date: 5-30-94
Her age at this time: 7 years old.
I hope you the best in
life. It’s a rough world out there. I love you.
12-2-94
Always try and keep
this book. You can look back at your young and child hood days!
Undated
Here are the final words of Mom that I get to keep in my
heart:
We all love you very
much. Be good in school and take care of Sissy. Keep up the good work. Hope you
enjoy 1st grade this year.
7-12-99
Mom would be taken from this Earth in just a little over a
month from the time she penned those words down in my Baby Book. I wish that I
would have had these words earlier this year and my life through some of the
pain that I was going through. As I look back over them, it seems that Mom knew
what I would face and it seems that Mom knew how to comfort me in my time of
trouble. You know, in all of my troubles that I will continue to face on this
Earth, I will return to these words in my time of need because they came from
the person who loved me dearly.
Over the past 13 years, I have struggled with wanting to
make Mom proud and doing what she would have liked. It seemed like even if I
feel like I didn’t, I already have just from these words of love that she had written
for me. I believe that everything happens for a reason and I think that with
Mom writing these words and me finding them now, at the beginning of my second
year at Berea, “Momma knows” what is going to come for me. Even with
her just going through the 9th grade, she knew how rough and hard
life would be for me and now I have the opportunity to make her proud and allow
her to live through me.
Before I leave you with Mom’s Obituary, I am going to leave
words for Mom.
Mom, you had to leave this Earth because God called you
home.
I know that you are with me wherever I roam.
It hurts me that you are not here for me now
And on this day I wear a frown.
Come tomorrow, a new day begins
To where I can make your memories continue through the end.
Today I will stop all the what-ifs
Because of your great gift
Gifts of love and of a hope
Don’t worry, Mom, I won’t do dope.
I am still your little boy
Who wants to play with you and with all of my toys.
But now I am also your young man
And on your truth, morals, love and dreams I will stand.
Mom, your Spirit is in me now
And when people see me, they see you and your lovely smile
all around.
Although I may now be blue
These words express how greatly, I LOVE YOU.
"I wasn't home when Mama passed away
I didn't get to say I love you
but I got this feelin'
I didn't get to say I love you
but I got this feelin'
Mama knows, Mama knows
somehow I think she's got a window to my soul
Mama knows, Mama knows
Even when I think it doesn't show
Mama knows, mama knows" (Mama Knows by Shenandoah)
somehow I think she's got a window to my soul
Mama knows, Mama knows
Even when I think it doesn't show
Mama knows, mama knows" (Mama Knows by Shenandoah)
Recie Edith Franklin
Recie Edith Franklin, 29, died Friday, August 27, 1999 at
Russell County Hospital.
She was a homemaker.
Born in Hamilton County, Ohio on June 30, 1970, she was the
daughter of Linda Lawless Ashbrook and Estus Wayne Ashbrook.
Surviving along with her parent are one daughter, Linda
Michelle Ashbrook of Russell Springs; one son, Matthew Lee Cape of Russell
Springs; her stepmother, Betty Ashbrook of Russell Springs; three brothers,
Phillip Ashbrook of Columbia, Dennis McWhorter of Jamestown, and Ricky
McWhorter of Russell Springs; two sisters, Rita Campbell of Columbia and Pam
Lawless of Jamestown; five stepbrothers and two stepsisters.
Funeral services were held Tuesday, August 31 at Bernard
Funeral Home Chapel with the Rev. Jeff Aaron officiating. Special music was
provided by The Singing Rexroats.
Pallbearers were Phillip Ashbrook, Dennis McWhorter, Ricky
McWhorter, Timmy George, Greg George and Randy George.
Interment was in Whites Chapel Cemetery.
Mommy, you will be missed but your love is still present.
Love,
Matthew