I was thinking back to my "old life"...the one where I still had a mum, the life that changed forever 8.5 months ago. I wondered for a moment, if I wished I could just go back to that old life so I could spend time with my mum.
But I realized that I am now a changed person. Death changes us. Forever. Before my mum passed, I took everything for granted. I complained about everything all of the time. Small things annoyed me. Constantly.
But having experienced the worst, most unbearable pain in my life upon losing her, it feels like most of the things we complain about are so small. So insignificant. So pointless.
I find myself trying a lot harder to appreciate things more. To appreciate the things that I do have. Small moments with my cats. Laughs with friends. Kind gestures and deeds done for me.
It almost feels as though my mother has given me a gift upon leaving this world. The gift to see that life is so fragile, so temporary, so fleeting. I sometimes feel like she is looking through my eyes now, because she no longer has a physical reality here. And I know with all of my heart that she would want me to be happy, and to appreciate every little thing that I am given, and to no longer take anything for granted because in just a single moment, our lives can and do, change forever.
On this cold February day, I want to send out warm wishes to all of you who are also dealing with loss.