Someone I Know Lost Her Mom This Afternoon
Death is normal. As normal as breathing. The only sure proof of life is death. Yet, losing a loved one or seeing someone lose their beloved is still a heart wrenching feeling. It puts everything in perspective.
Aside from being our vessels to earth, parents are the purest source of loveā-(or so I hope) and losing that must be pure, raw, pain.
As we get older, we get caught up in what we must and want to achieve and the social class we must attain. This, of course, is admirable and quite important. I mean would life really be satisfying if we didnāt try to get the most out of it? Probably but I doubt itād quench our thirst.
Ambition makes you feel alive and itās so easy to get caught up in wanting and aiming for more but ever so often, boom! Death sneaks in like nippy wind, through the cracks of our lives and slaps cold reality across our faces and in that moment of fervent shiver, we realize what has always mattered and what will always matterā-loving those who our hearts long for and being completely present in that love.
Some people, the lucky ones, experience a less bitter aftertaste of death while some, end up with tongues swollen from the pungent burn of demise.
I donāt know which category Iāll fall into but I can choose to do everything in my power to lessen the probability of falling into the group with the burn.
This is not new. Death will never be new. Itās the only constant thing in life.
So love now, love strong and love as deep as you know how to. Always remember that as we get older, our parents get even older.
May the soul of my friendās mom rest in serene peace and may her daughter find solace in the love that she got to share with her dear mother.