Part 15

That name really stuck in my mind, but why?  It was like I knew her, from long ago. Someone I knew deep in my heart, soul and mind, but knew almost nothing about. I needed to know more about this woman. This couldn’t be just another mind game my brain decided to play on me. I felt it in the very deepest places in my heart. I felt a connection to this woman, but why?

I looked around for my computer and finally found it where I left it, under my bed. I tried to look Mary Windshaw up on the internet and soon found that it was useless. The searches kept bringing things up that were totally irrelevant. I was getting very frustrated, I needed to know who she was, it was almost as bad as the monster screaming in the back of my mind, which also wasn’t helping me focus. My mind was running all over my head, making it hard to concentrate. There had to be a way to find out who this woman was. Why was it so important to me?

I picked up my phone and tried to think of someone I could call to help me. I didn’t want to call any of my old friends, they probably wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t call the ladies. Who could I call? I needed someone reliable and someone who wouldn’t tell anything about my mission. I suppose I could go down the hospital and put in some more volunteer hours, and while volunteering I could look for this Mary Windshaw. The hospital would have her report and everything. Or I could go down to the police station and see if they would tell me more about her. I could keep looking on the computer as well. I didn’t know what to do. So I just stood there with my phone in my hand and computer on my bed, looking dumbfounded for a  while.

I chose to keep looking on the computer for a while. I needed to make sure that this wasn’t going to work. Just as I was about to give up I tried another search engine, and the result shocked me. Mary Windshaw’s discharge summary, online. These things were supposed to be kept under lock and key, but that was of little concern to me at the moment. The discharge summary was from a rehabilitation centre in LA. The plane that crashed was coming from LA. But who could I feel a connection like that with, from a rehab centre? It was all so puzzling to me.

Mary Windshaw. Was the one of the people who was in critical condition? I decided to read more on her discharge summary, assuming that it was the same woman. There had to be a picture of her somewhere. I found out that she was in the rehab centre due to excessive heroine and cocaine use. Her boyfriend/ex husband died from using the same substances. What connection did this woman have to me? I kept reading and it hit me like a ton of bricks. “Mary Windshaw finally decided to attend the rehabilitation centre when she realized what a mistake it was to lose her daughter and husband/boyfriend to such substances. It was a moment of clarity for her……” I didn’t get to read any more. She was my mother.