Last Sunday, I got a psychologically twisted and abusive blog comment from someone who, among other things, told me to “stop writing about [my] mom.” Of course, the first thing I did was call my mom to process my feelings about receiving the e-mail.I left messages on my mom’s home phone and two cell phones.
A few hours later, I had not heard back from my mom. It was unusual, considering that my mom is obsessive-compulsive about checking messages and calling people. But I knew she’d been having problems with the ringers on her phones, so I simply left another round of messages.
Hours more passed. Still no word. At 11 p.m., I weighed the option of calling and possibly waking up the guy who lives upstairs from my mom, to see if my mom had come home. I decided to first check my cell phone, where my mom leaves messages when she doesn’t want to disturb me.
Instead of the message from my mom, there was a message from a hospital. My mom had been in a bad accident, I was told. She’d been seriously injured and was being treated in the intensive care unit. My blood froze.
For the next couple of weeks, my blog will be all about my mom and her healing journey — dedicated to the author of the nasty blog comment and mother-haters everywhere.