Today would have been my mother’s 90th birthday. She has been gone for nearly eight years.
It seems it was a lifetime ago when, on this very day, I called the local nursing home to see if they had a place for her. That’s not a call anyone wants to make, but at the time we didn’t know what else to do. We thought she was having a medication reaction, and needed some recovery time from a heart cath, and were hopeful she would improve and be able to come home.
But we would discover in just a few more days that she had had a stroke. She wasn’t in the nursing home even a week before she was in the hospital and a week later she was gone.
This time of year is always difficult for me, beginning with her birthday and stretching into mid-May. She died on May 11 and we had her funeral on the 13th, which happened to be Mother’s Day that year.
These weeks always remind me how precious loved ones are, and to treasure every interaction we’re allowed to have. The things of life are fleeting. We can go from eagerly anticipating them to aching for what will never be again in the blink of an eye.
Somewhere in the rush of soccer games and work projects and committee meetings we forget to just live. To share moments. To make memories.
We will never again have this moment, this time, this chance. Make the most of it.
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