For Mary Berneice, a Memoriam
Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 6:19 pm
On this day, sixteen years ago, I lost my only champion.
Her name was Mary Berneice Mullins. She was my mother.
She loved me as only a mother could, and I loved her just as much, in return. She raised me to be the person that I am today.
The reason that I still love her is because she was my mother, and I am always going to owe her for bringing me into this crazy world of ours. Dennis Miller was right, being born is like asking Don Corleone for a favor.
True, we did have our share of disagreements, but still, I loved her with a whole heart.
On Friday night, April 13, 1990, my mother had her first heart attack. Father and I rushed to get dressed to take her to the Hospital, but she said no, she wanted to stay to meet her daughters, and so she went through the rest of the night in extreme pain. That wasn't good.
The next day, her daughters, Mary and Phyllis, came to our home. They stayed with us for quite a while, then went to see my brother, Dan, who lived in another part of the county. Ten minutes later, Mother had her second heart attack. Father and I had to get Mom to the Hospital, and fast!
We got Mom into the car, picked up her daughters, and took her to Methodist Medical Center in Oak Ridge, Tennessee. The only thing done for her there as treatment was in giving her morpheine shots and glycerin tablets. Lot of good that did!
As such, I notified my siblings on her side of the family to come. They did.
On April 17, 1990, at 4 A.M., we were notified that Mother went into cardiac arrest. We got to the hospital as fast as our cars could go. at 4:30 A.M., we were given the sad news: she's gone.
The wailing was unbelieveable, much sobbing, praying, and weeping. I cried six times that day, five more the next day, three more the day after that, and six more on the day of her funeral.
As I looked upon my mother in her coffin, all I could say, over and over, was, "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry that I made you cry. I didn't want to hurt you. I'm just a jealous guy."
The day of the funeral and burial, there was rain. It was as if the heavens opened up full fledge.
And I still think of her, to this day. Hardly a day goes by that I don't think of her.
And I miss her very, very much.
Mary Berneice Mullins. October 5, 1918. April 17, 1990.
Rest In Peace, Mom.
Her name was Mary Berneice Mullins. She was my mother.
She loved me as only a mother could, and I loved her just as much, in return. She raised me to be the person that I am today.
The reason that I still love her is because she was my mother, and I am always going to owe her for bringing me into this crazy world of ours. Dennis Miller was right, being born is like asking Don Corleone for a favor.
True, we did have our share of disagreements, but still, I loved her with a whole heart.
On Friday night, April 13, 1990, my mother had her first heart attack. Father and I rushed to get dressed to take her to the Hospital, but she said no, she wanted to stay to meet her daughters, and so she went through the rest of the night in extreme pain. That wasn't good.
The next day, her daughters, Mary and Phyllis, came to our home. They stayed with us for quite a while, then went to see my brother, Dan, who lived in another part of the county. Ten minutes later, Mother had her second heart attack. Father and I had to get Mom to the Hospital, and fast!
We got Mom into the car, picked up her daughters, and took her to Methodist Medical Center in Oak Ridge, Tennessee. The only thing done for her there as treatment was in giving her morpheine shots and glycerin tablets. Lot of good that did!
As such, I notified my siblings on her side of the family to come. They did.
On April 17, 1990, at 4 A.M., we were notified that Mother went into cardiac arrest. We got to the hospital as fast as our cars could go. at 4:30 A.M., we were given the sad news: she's gone.
The wailing was unbelieveable, much sobbing, praying, and weeping. I cried six times that day, five more the next day, three more the day after that, and six more on the day of her funeral.
As I looked upon my mother in her coffin, all I could say, over and over, was, "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry that I made you cry. I didn't want to hurt you. I'm just a jealous guy."
The day of the funeral and burial, there was rain. It was as if the heavens opened up full fledge.
And I still think of her, to this day. Hardly a day goes by that I don't think of her.
And I miss her very, very much.
Mary Berneice Mullins. October 5, 1918. April 17, 1990.
Rest In Peace, Mom.