The most memorable event in my life was the death of my mother. It was not so much the way that she died, but the events that followed her death that had the most impact. Here is the story of those events.
             My mother was in and out of the hospital all my life, so when she was admitted to the hospital in June of 1999, we thought it was just business as usual. This time, however, the doctors said there was nothing that they could for her. She had been fighting diabetes her entire life and it finally got the best of her. A few days had passed and the inevitable had finally happened, my mom had died. I remember getting the phone call from my father telling me, "Go pick up your sister, you better get down to the hospital". From that moment I knew she had died, but I didn't want to believe it. On the way to hospital, I remember driving down the busiest street in Charlotte North Carolina, when I pulled up next to a hearse. I sped up as fast as I could in my sports car to try and get away from it, but at every red light, there it was haunting me with what was to come when I got to the hospital.
             When my sister and I pulled up to the familiar hospital parking lot, we had to take the routine walk through the hospital to her sixth floor room. This time though, the routine walk seemed like it took forever. When we finally made up to her room, there was a big sign on her door that said "Do Not Enter." My sister and I just froze with confusion and fear of what was behind that door. After getting permission from the nurse, we opened the door to find my father kneeling down next her. When he look up and saw my sister and I standing there, he grabbed the both of us with a huge hug and said, "She is gone guys, no more pain for her." With tears in our eyes we said good bye to my mother one last time.
             After the brief visit to the hospital, we went back to the house where we just sat there in s
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