I've decided to share a completely true story. Will post in segments.
This true event occurred in 1998, 12th of July, one of the most beautiful of summer days that turned into an even more beautiful night, as you'll soon learn. It is about my mother's last hours on this earth with me, her eldest daughter.
THE DAY MY MOTHER DIED: "A teachable moment"
The inescapable fact has come and gone July 12th 1998. It was from this experience, I ask myself what is the meaning of having lived?
The impact of her death sheds value on my own life, and my questions become a simple reality.
Learning about death was my teachable moment. Such event offered insight, a lesson on how to be strong.
There's no way to circumvent this unavoidable moment. It's totally irrevocable because all that we value in life… death threatens. Loss of mother, loss of father, brother or sister, or unimaginable…. loss of a child.
Never to be experienced again: conversations; laughter; hearing a kitten's purr; sunshine sparkling on a lake in summer; The taste of our favorite food; Never to be astonished by a glorious sunrise. If this is the meaning I found in her passing then yes, I was influenced.
She impacted my life in her life, and she impacted my life in her death.
Life is precious… as I realize its fragility. Her death restored my sense of value.
Her preceeding illness restored my sense of quality. For now I honour illness and I honour death.
Never taken for granted… yes, life's been made very real to me, and this is our story.......