Nydia Mirta Garcia Rodriguez- My everything

The loss of a dear one always hurts, and even though time heals but memories remain.

My mother, Nydia Mirta Garcia Rodriguez, was the most wonderful woman I ever met, I fell in love with my mommy the day I was born, and till this day, no one can replace her. 

My mom was short, voluptuous, jet black hair with beautiful light blue eyes. It's a shame that she never felt that she was beautiful.  My mom always had a complex that she was ugly. 

She was my anchor, she was there for me when I got married when I gave birth to my children, and she was there to lift me when I got divorced. 

It never occurred to me that she would leave me so fast; you can't buy a warranty for a lifeline. We had made so many plans, oh we were going to travel, we were going to go to the festival of flowers in Aibonito (Puerto Rico) and many more other things. But she left me too soon. 

My mother was anemic and had gone through surgery; she did not have medical clearance when she had the surgery.  After the surgery, once home, she started sleeping more than usual and complaining about headaches.  My father took her to the ER, but the doctor said the headaches were side effects of the anesthesia from the surgery. So we trusted what the doctor said. 

My grandmother lived right behind our house; one day, while I was with mommy in the room, Grandma arrived.  She came to check on mom. Mommy had just woken up when grandma arrived. As mommy rubbed her forehead, she told my grandmother she had dreamt with my grandfather was standing in the light waiting for her. 

I have heard about "the light" in movies and shows but never thought I would listen to it come out from my mother's mouth. Grandma stood four foot and, five inches tall, a strong, aggressive old-school Pentecostal with faith to move a grain of mustard, turned pale. The expression on my grandmother's face was speechless; once again, I heard words that I had heard in movies and shows "walk away from the light" love.  Your father is waiting for me, not you, she said with an anxious tone and with tears in her eyes.  Her motherly instinct knew that my mom was going to join my grandfather soon. 

Again we had to take mom to the hospital. While she was in the ER, there was a problem with her health insurance.  She would not be admitted to the hospital until the insurance company confirmed her admission to the hospital. Meanwhile, she was left on a  stretcher in the ER hall with no medical attendance.  Devastating! I was on my way from work to the hospital. The drive to the hospital seemed never-ending. The more I drove, the further the hospital seemed to be. 

I didn't make it on time to hold my mom's hand or snuggle her with kisses and tell her I loved her and how much she meant to me. While my mommy was in the hall lying on the stretcher, not seen by any medical staff because they were waiting for health insurance clearance, she had taken a deep breath and turned blue, and that is when my mom's brain died.