We got some terrible news last night; my stepfather’s mother died last night.
I knew that he, my stepfather, was very close with his mother up until a about 6-7 years ago, when he moved away, to the South of England; whilst she remained in London.
Understandably, he’s devastated.
Regardless of how far you drift apart, or how far you move away from one another, nothing will ever prepare you for the loss of someone close.
“They’ve gone to a better place.” people often say at times like this. “They’re happier now.” I can only hope that’s the case.
We go through our lives amassing vast amounts of objects, putting too much thought into money and material possessions, but what’s the point, when nothing you own can be taken with you once you’re gone?
Rather than doing this, we should focus on living. Spending time with the people we love, before it is too late.
We need to learn to live. To love. To work on one’s self, not one’s wealth.
We need to learn. Find joy. Happiness. Excitement. Fear. Anger. Sadness. We need to learn to feel.
“I knew she was ill,” he said “and still I sat here.” That sums up what I’m trying to say perfectly. Life is much to short to just put things off. It’s not worth to just keep saying “I’ll see her next week.”
Yesterday, you said tomorrow.
Please, appreciate what you have. Appreciate your parents. Your siblings. Anyone in your life who’s special, who’s close, because all too soon, it’s all gone, and there is no tomorrow.
I’m sorry if this post is all jumpy. If what I’ve said doesn’t make any sense.