That Tragic August Day

In August of 2009, my mother was dragged from her car and severely brutalized by a State police officer. She was 82 years old. The tragedy that befell her that day took her from the world she loved and knew, and sent her spiraling downward into a world none of us would have ever believed possible for her, because my mother was a good woman, the wife of a preacher, and both of them had sacrificed so much for so many people over the fifty years that they pastored various churches. What was to have been their Golden Years turned out to be a story of the betrayal of dreams. All that we had expected for the last days of my parents was replaced with learning how to deal with the unfairness of being robbed of what should have been. From this tragic event, through seven years of being locked in an Alzheimer's ward, to my mother's last days, her journey changed all of us forever.