Angels of Light

“Wake up! Please GOD Wake Up!!!!” I was screaming at the top of my lungs holding the body of my lifeless mother in my arms on the floor of my bathroom. My mother was a beautiful woman, tall, blonde, always tan with baby blue eyes, every man's fantasy girl. I on the other hand was the attractively curvy, brunette with pale skin and pretty green eyes. I wasn't fat by any means, but certainly not model skinny like my mother. She could light up a room anywhere. She was so full of life, she was the quintessential southern woman who lived to charm the pants off of men. Literally. Now she was laying limp on my bathroom floor, how long had she been here I did not know. I had known something was bad, very bad. Something did not feel right in the atmosphere. I know that people would think "oh great here we go another self-proclaimed psychic" if they knew about my visions and feelings. They would be wrong. I do not discuss what I see or feel with anyone, not even my best friend. I'm one who happens to see people after they are gone of this world. Other times it's just a feeling, like I can sense the air in the room or a person's aura. In this case while sitting at my desk in my office I just knew something was definitely wrong in my own home. I knew it was dark and that it was going to change my life forever. I sat in disbelief and shock as the police and EMS workers buzzed all around me, eventually taking my mother away from me. How could this honestly be happening to me! Seriously! This is not how I wanted to end my year! I stared off, lost in my own thoughts, as the police officer asked me questions. I'm not even sure I answered them. She was gone. My mother was gone.