A year ago I discovered that my mother was terminally ill and I was told that she had two to three months to live. I remember thinking that two to three months was not enough time. And I said that in my post here. Five days later she was dead. And what I wouldn't give to have two to three months more with her now. What a blessing any time with her would be.
Everything happened so quickly in the end. There were so many things to say. So many things I was unable to say. So many things left unsaid. And so many questions left unanswered.
Of course my mother did not have time either. And while she started to reflect on her life and process everything, her life was over before she could finish. And it breaks my heart that she left without finding peace.
We never know when lives will end. All we know is what we have now. And we know one day it will end for us.
Now's the time to say what needs to be said. To ask what needs to be asked. To do what needs to be done.
For tomorrow might be too late. xx