Life and all of its sudden blows

About 8 months ago, i was vacationing with a very good friend in Munich. We were there for Oktoberfest. Our days were spent sightseeing and our evenings were filled with sausages (the food) and lots of beer. We spent 3 glorious days in Munich at the festival and headed off to our main destination Prague. After some delays at the airport, we finally arrived at our hotel 9pm Prague time. This is when the shit hit the fan. Hotel reception informed me that I had 3 messages from my sister. Of course I blamed the messages on my mother's paranoia regarding my safety etc. I called home immediately and that's when I had one of the most strange, unbelievable, calm, tearful conversations of my life. You see, my sister was telling me to take the next flight home cause our mother was in a terrible car accident and that she was in critical condition. Immediately I knew that she was dead, but couldn't bring myself to ask the question. 

I decided that there was no need to stay in the room all night and that we should take advantage of the city. You're probably wondering how insensitive, but trust me when you've been thrust into a made for TV movie you do weird shit. We went to a bar near the Charles bridge and I spent the evening crying into my beer wondering how the hell I was going to get on a 10 hour flight home not knowing for sure the fate of my mother. Thanks to some sound advice from my friend I decided that I needed to know for sure. So after a couple of beers it was back to the hotel and to the last phone call I would make that would change my life forever. My sister couldn't even speak when I asked her, it was my brother in-law that told me that indeed she had died. It was a normal Saturday night, she was going home from her sisters, a drive that she had driven a million times. I guess when your time is up there really isn't a damn thing you can do. A drunk driver hit her side of the car and that was the end of it. The really strange part is that same night in Munich I had an awful dream involving my mother and lots of blood. The one time my dreams were trying to tell me something, go figure.

Early morning flight to Paris, 10 hours later land in New York and the rest is a blur. So here I am 8 months later and still can't believe my mom is gone. She was my rock and the most amazing woman. I miss her terribly but know that I have to take it one day at a time.