I do not know how I came up with this, but when I first started thinking about it, I just had to write it.

I listened to the song "Promise of a lifetime" (it's actually kind of sad) by Kutless when I wrote this, because I'm completely obsessed with that song right now.

So, hope you enjoy!

She was lying in one of those big, brown wooden coffins that I had seen on TV a million times. She had her hands folded on her chest, and her dark, silky hair was spread around her face, and made her look like an angel.

She looked pretty.

But different.

I put my hand hesitantly on the edge of the coffin, carefully, as if it would burn my fingers by the touch.

Mum was wearing her favorite blue jacket and a white top under. I liked her better in a dress, but mum looked good in anything. She was the prettiest person I'd ever seen.

On her wrist was a bracelet that I made her for her birthday last year. It was pink and green. I had asked dad if I could put it on her, since he could give her the pearl necklace she had always loved. And he said that I could, even when Rebecca said it didn't match her clothes.

Jacob had given her his favorite stuffed animal, and he'd said that he wanted her to remember him when she was in heaven, so that she could watch over him. And Rebecca put in a Pokémon card, so mum wouldn't get bored.

Mum looked so pretty with the jacket, the bracelet and the lion under her arm. I wondered if I could touch her face? Just feel the soft skin one more time.

Or maybe I ruined it then. Maybe I shouldn't touch the angel. But mum looked so lonely down there. So empty, because she wasn't smiling, like she always did before, but she didn't look angry either.

Mum was empty. There was no mum left, just her body.

I blinked.

My eyes were burning.

"I love you, mommy," I mumbled quietly.

She didn't move.

I knew that she wouldn't, but it still made me sad.

"I know you love me too, because you told me," I continued.

Still no reaction.

My eyes burned even more, and I blinked.

Slowly, I reached down and let my fingers touch mum's peaceful, empty face carefully. The skin was cold. Like ice. I didn't pull my hand back, like I wanted to first, because I knew it was still mum.

"I miss you, mommy," I whispered, trailing my finger along her cheek-bone and down her jaw. "Rebecca does too, she just didn't want to see you right now. Jacob and daddy, too. I think daddy misses you the most."

It hurt me that she didn't answer.

Why did this have to happen? I didn't want mommy to go away. It wasn't fair.

I let one tear slide down my cheek, and moved my finger to mum's hair. It looked perfect where it lay, like it always did. I wished I had mum's hair, but I never got mine as shiny as hers. Mum was so pretty.

"I'll remember you forever," I promised her as I wiped my tear. "And I'll celebrate your birthday, too. I remember the date and everything, it's November 3rd."

I pulled my hand back, slowly, lingering. I couldn't forget how it felt to touch her, because this was the last time I got to see her. Dad said this was our last chance to see mum. Jacob was too young, and Rebecca didn't want to.

"I promise not to forget you, and you mustn't forget me either," I told her seriously. "You can watch me from heaven. You can even watch when I write my diary, because I want you to know what I'm doing."

I memorized mum's face in my head, her closed eyes with the long lashes resting on her cheek, her tan skin color, her dark red lips and her silky dark hair.

"I'm going home now, mommy. Daddy's waiting in the car."

I wanted to hug her, but I couldn't. I couldn't hug a dead person, even when it used to be my mum. So I just kissed my hand and waved it at her.

"Bye, mommy."

I obviously had very little to do when I wrote this, and I only posted it for fun.

I've never lost anyone, so I'm sorry if I can't really describe it correctly.