The day Mr. Scroggins took my mother started out just like every other day. I talked to mom from my house all the way to when she stepped out of the car and into work which was typically 40 minutes. The joke about this was I talked to mom everyday, twice a day at least. All the way to work and all the way home which if you do he math that is about 1 hour and 20 minutes a day, so much so, my parents had to increase their cell phone minutes because I went over their minutes all by myself.
The night before she died, mom had picked up my 2 older kids from play practice and academic team and went home and started dinner. My youngest rode the bus home with dad every evening, which made it so nice because when I got off work I had to stop at moms and pick the kids up. I always got the sweet deal because mom would start dinner and by the time I got there dinner was done and it was time to eat. This night was no different except it was one of the few nights that I didn't do the dishes after dinner. As we got ready to leave I kissed mom bye and giggled and said I am stiffing you with the dishes. She kissed back and said that is ok I will get even with you. Little did I know that 2 days later I would be standing at that stupid sink doing those dishes all by myself ( moms way of getting even I suppose).
The last time I saw mom is a memory that haunts me every night when I close my eyes. I was at work when I got the call mom had been in a wreck. That call changed the person I am forever. I ran over to the ER and waited. I waited for what seemed like days. The ambulance arrived, I was told I could have a few minutes but mom was getting ready to be flown to Louisville. Well let's just say that she took a different kind of flight that evening. I was able to hold her hand and tell her I LOVED her before she took her final breathes. She squeezed my hand and wiggled her toe and then it was over, as quick as that; my mother, my everything was gone right before my eyes.
She is not here to talk with, shop with, plan graduations, sweet 16 birthday parties, wedding, the heart break of a break up, vacations. No nothing with, because one person tried to play GOD. I lost her!
The only way to keep Mr. Scroggins from devastating another person the way he has me and my family is to keep him behind bars for as long as the law will allow. His justice will come in time. But justice is not what I am after right now, I want to know that I don't have to worry about him taking another family, or causing this pain to a different family because you know what they say: some people NEVER change and he had more than enough tries to change and it just isn't in him to change. I never want another person to answer the phone and have their life changed at the hands of Mr. Scroggins. That is my wish
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