It happened yesterday evening. I was out, working, when Shelly called me. It sounded like she had been crying.
"I... I don't wanna tell you think over the phone..."
I interrupted her, "Do I need to stop working and come to hospice?"
"Y-yeah. That would be good."
"Okay. I will. Be there in like 10."
I hung up the call and with slight difficulty, ended my current work day. With that finished, I put the hospice into my GPS and drove over the speed limit in most cases. When I got there, I was greeted by various family members standing outside mom's room.
"She's gone, kiddo," one of them told me.
I only nodded, going into the room. Various family members were in the room, crying over mom's body. I said nothing but Shelly immediately approached me.
"I didn't want to tell you over the phone, but she's gone." She pulled me into a hug, crying still.
I returned the hug with indifference. I had already guessed as much on the drive over. I had expected this, more or less. They, however, were acting as though they had not guessed this outcome.
Over the next two hours, more family and friends showed up. Most, cried. I had no real reaction. As I expressed, I had seen this coming.
Shelly, I, and a few others were involved in the funeral home stuff, as we waited and whatnot for them to come. I was bored, moderately annoyed I couldn't leave as I was socially bound to be there.
Eventually though, Shelly and I went back to the old house. I hung out there for a little while with her, but eventually, I went back to campus, I had class in the morning after all.
The next morning, I woke at seven, as usual. I laid there, in bed for a while, playing on my phone before finally getting up and dressed. I went to class early, getting there before the professor even. I sat down and tried to do research for my Literature essay, but I couldn't find what I was looking for. With a sigh of frustration, I gave up and paid attention to the class that had just started.
It was a very boring time, but I finished my homework as I sat in the class. Easy. Boring. Probably wasn't going to do very well in that class, honestly. But I really didn't care. It just wasn't interesting in the slightest. My other three classes were interesting as fuck though. Balancing them, work, and a social life, plus the shit with mom, was fucking difficult though.
Regardless, I would manage. I always do.
It's not all darkness, I've got my next tattoo scheduled for early March, a mere two and a half weeks away. I can't wait for it. I'm slightly nervous for it though, as it's going on my leg. I've heard varying things about getting it there, and I'm not sure what to believe. I mean, I know everyone's different but still.
Regardless of that, we're going tomorrow afternoon to talk to the funeral home people. Shelly and some family went and got a plot at the cemetery for mom today.
I'm going to study at the library for a few hours then go to the grocery for some things for Shelly and myself at the dorm.
I finally find a place in the back of the library where I can plug in my phone and tablet. I take out the books I'll need and open the first one. It's interesting but I'm really, really tired. I sit there and read, starting to nod off, before shaking myself awake and continuing to read. Finally, I finish the chapter and open my tablet. After getting it connected to the internet at the library, I refresh the school's page and log back in. I open my school email and fetch the name I need to finish my earlier homework assignment then email myself that document to print thursday morning. After that, I clear out the duplicate emails that were sent by my professor. With that done, I looked at my online class. I hoped some people had posted in the weekly discussion so I could reply and be done with that class for the week.
Thankfully, they had and I replied and finished that assignment.
After that, I packed up my things and left the library, going to the store. It was moderately busy, and people gave me strange looks as I loaded my cart with two to three months worth of soda for myself. I paid them no mind, really, and went to get the few other items on my list. I ended up splurging a little and getting myself a gallon of chocolate milk and another pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade. I had two six packs, three screwdrivers still left, and then my emergency six pack still. Needless to say, my minifridge was packed.
It was whatever though, I was happy. I had some extra cash, and I wanted to use it as I saw fit.
I was going to drink and game tonight. I didn't have to be up early for once, so I was going to stay up late. I'm going to party up with Kenny and maybe Cartman after dinner.
An hour passes, and I've finally finished my dinner. It was good, I just kept getting distracted by texts. Now though, to decide what to play. I dunno, none of them seem interesting right now. With a sigh, I flop down on to my bed and listen to Kenny and Cartman talk about nonsense.
I told them about mom yesterday, they weren't really treating me differently, at least, not noticeably. I sigh, flicking over to the games and apps section of the xbox. Trying to decide on a game, I had like fifty to choose from, not like I didn't have games, it was just a matter of choosing one. I couldn't decide, so I just switched to the Spotify app and began listening to music.