One Of The Hardest Parts Of Losing Someone

You would think that the herd part would be the fact that there not here. That you have would have to let them go. No more memories to make, and no more words to be spoken.
But there are so many more new thing that you face, than just your loss.
You Think Of The Others.
The hard part about that is that you never know when it will happen.
The day when someone you didn’t know will call to talk to you Mom, and you have to tell them the hard cold truth that no one wants to hear.

Today when I took my Sister to work that’s the exact thing that happened.
But I didn’t get the phone she did. On the other end of the line, I herd the voice and I felt it coming. And there it was “Hi Yolanda?” It’s not that unexplainable. People would mistake us for are Mom all the time. And say that we sound just like her.
That sometimes makes me wonder what Grandma, must feel? If for but a brief second must she feel as if she is talking to Mom when she’s not? To hear her voice and then remember that she’s gone, and not coming back. It’s the little thing like that that hurt the most. I know that this phone call is not easy for Roni. She hasn’t taken very many calls like this. And I know just how hard they are for me. So I can just imagine. As she tells the lady “No this is her doughtier. Can I help you?” The Lady says that she’s Moms Cousin and goes on. “Is your Mom there? Can I talk to her?”
Now Roni has to tell her. That she cant talk to her, and that not only can she not talk to her today, but that she well never get the chance to talk to her again.
Its amazing that you can say all of that in just three words.
She pasted away.
What happens after this is so sad. But its always deferent.
Some people start crying, some don’t know what to say. But most just say that one word that they all in up getting to. Sorry…… I’m Sorry. I’m Sorry to hear that. I’m Sorry for your loss. I’m Sorry we weren’t there. I’m Sorry we didn’t send flowers. I’m Sorry. I’m Sorry! I don’t want them to be Sorry! I don’t know what I want them to say. But Sorry just doesn’t feel right. And in the end I’m Sorry too. I’m Sorry that they didn’t get to say good bye. I’m Sorry that she wont ever talk to them again. I’m Sorry that they didn’t get to see her sweet peaceful face on that dark cold day in January. And I’m Sorry that they have to find out this way.
That just one of the hardest thing you have to know. That your not the only one hurting, not the only one crying. Seeing them missing her is almost as hard as missing her yourself.
As I was writing this the phone rang and when I picked up the phone. It was my Dad’s sister calling to say that she had just herd the news.

By Catie Caberea

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

( David Romano )


When tomorrow starts without me
and I'm not here to see...
If the sun should rise and find your
eyes filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you wouldn't cry
the way you did today...
While thinking of the many things
we didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you...
And each time you think of me,
I know you'll miss me, too.

But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand...
That Jesus came and called my name
and took me by the hand,

And said my place was ready
in heaven far above...
And that I'd have to leave behind
all those I dearly love.

So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart...
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here in your heart.

In Loving Memory Of My Mom, Yolanda Cabrera.
8-18-1956 <3 1-26-2010