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Mom died on the first day of school.
She'd been really sick that entire summer. She passed away on a Monday, at 7 AM. It was almost exactly the time I be leaving for school.
I don't think I had fully grasped just how traumatic that was for me. I was there when she took her last breath. I comforted my little sister while she said goodbye.
The next week, I had to start classes at a brand new school. I was a Junior at the time. All the teachers knew what happened, and they told all the students, so everyone began to pity me when I showed up.
I met Alex that first day. We were in choir together. We became friends almost immediately, but we didn't start dating until we were both cast as leads in the school play, Seussical the Musical. We became serious during college, and ended up marrying right after graduation.
I felt so bad that my mom hadn't been there to see any of it. Every time a big event would happen, it would feel like something was missing. She's not here. And she's never going yo be here.
I was a moody, shitty teenager when she died. Now im having this whole life where I become the person I'm supposed to be, and she doesn't get to see any of it. She's not going to see me graduate. She's not going to meet my children. And it especially sucks that she'll never get to meet Alex.
We lit a lantern at our wedding to signify that my mom was still with us. It was a beautiful ceremony, and afterwards we took our honeymoon in Hawaii.
A few days into the trip, I got a call from my oldest friend Meredith. She sounded excited. She had just discovered a picture of our childhood soccer team, and there was a boy who looked just like Alex. We showed Alex the photo, and he confirmed the boy was him- he used to play goalie on that team.
I just started laughing. It was such a God moment. It was a moment when everything felt connected. Alex and I had known each other as children, back when my mother was still alive.
The first thing I did was call my dad. I asked him if he knew anything about the Swan's Dermatology soccer team.
"I remember the goalie." He replied. "During the games he'd always sit down in the net and play with the dirt. Your mother thought it was hilarious."
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