A bit off topic here...
Today is the one year anniversary of my mother-in-law's surprise passing. It has been a really tough year for my wife and she is a bit of a mess today. She is off walking the dog now because that always makes her feel better.
It has me thinking that we have come to the age of loss. The age where the generation before us, people we grew up with, looked up to, shared memories with, are getting old. Old, not older, we are all getting older. Getting older is something you can embrace, it's a journey of better understanding yourself and your life. Old is just the last few moments before the music stops and the music always stops.
We have reached the age where any time, any day we could get a phone call that from that moment forward we know our lives will never be the same. This has happened 6 times in the last few years, with my wife's mom being the closest to home. (Others being aunts, uncles, close family friends)
I am saddened that my wife did not get to spend more time with her mom but grateful that they did get to spend her mom's last week together, as we happened to be visiting after not seeing her parents for a couple of years. I am grateful we were able to stay and spend a couple of months helping out her dad after her mom's passing. I know her mom would have been proud that we did.
Fortunately, I still have both my parents and see them a couple times a week. They spend a lot of time with my kids which means the world to them and us.
Fortunately, I have been able to craft our lifestyle in a way that as we traverse the age of loss, we have the time and freedom to make the most of the remaining moments with the people that matter to us before the music stops.
Thanks for reading.
Thanks for sharing a piece of your heart.
It reminds me of my mum’s passing. I didn’t spend as much time with her as I would have liked during her last few months. Even with imminent death, one keeps thinking that the end is not that near. That one still has some time. Maybe I was in denial. I remember my last words to her fondly: I love you, Mum. I seldom said this; I’m glad I did.
As heavy as this was to read, I’m glad to come across it. With time, emotions n memories fade, so I’m always grateful to be reminded of my mum in some way or other.
Thanks for reading. I never minded that no one read it because I more wrote it for myself, almost as a pseudo journal entry, as I was reflecting on the year that had just passed and the impact it had had on my wife.
I believe there was a meta territory then but no one really used it. Everything got posted in bitcoin. I actually started using the meta territory a couple months after this post to post my daily sports content.
Sorry to hear about your mom. Glad you got some value out of the post 13 months later.