Ridiculous

It was a ridiculous notion. How could she possibly comprehend something this absurd, this ... nonsensical? The whole thing was beyond nonsense. It wasn't just illogical, or foolish, it actually made no sense. It was the opposite of sense. It was the complete lack of sense. Non- sense, the absence of sense.

She wouldn't believe it, she couldn't. Her brain couldn't fathom the lack of logic, the lack of rational, reasoned thought that fell behind it. It must be a trick, a lie. Someone is deceiving me. These thoughts rushed into her panicked mind. A cruel, twisted, unfair joke. Something that made absolutely no sense like this must be the creation of a very unkind, evil mind. Because, of course, it couldn't be true. Absolutely, beyond a doubt it was not true. There was no way the words strung together by her brother could ever belong in a sentance together. "Mom's had a stroke. She's in a coma. She's not coming out of it."

Those words don't belong in real life. They belong to soap operas and tragic movies filled with Oscar winning performances. In real life Mom's are fine, and watch TV and call you to give you unsolicited advice on how to live your life. They don't slip into sudden comas and not wake up. Their sons and daughters aren't awakened from slumber by phone calls that change their lives forever. They don't just leave without saying goodbye.

They call you to tell you the cat did a funny thing, they bore you with details of conversations with neighbours, they embarass you by telling you how proud they are of you.

They are there for weddings and graduations and to spoil their grandchildren.

They don't die unexpectedly on a sunny afternoon. Moms aren't supposed to die until they are old, wrinkly, gray-haired grannies. The whole idea is completely ridiculous!