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Today marks a tough day. Two years ago I suddenly lost my mother to a blood clot.
Acknowledging the pain is always hard to face. It’s like an internal war that has no outcome other than hitting dead ends of “what if’s” and wishing you had the Click remote to go back in time.
It doesn’t ever go away, and if I really think about it, I don’t ever want it to because this human being meant that much to me.
Perspective is usually a great thing, but, in this instance of having a loved one gone, it also fucking sucks.
People die. It just is what it is.
We all go one day, and if we’re lucky, we will leave a mark on someone the way my mom left one on me.
Someone who loved intentionally. Someone who showed up. Someone who taught the value of a dollar and hardwork.
My mom was a leader.. and someone I aspire to be like.
Recapping this sucks and it brings up that pain. But as angry as I get about her being taken from us I have to quickly grab and remind myself that she didn’t work and raise us the way she did so that we could fold when life gets hard. Or go into a cave and sulk forever.
The next day comes whether we want it to or not and it’s up us to put to practice what we were taught.
It’s later than we all think.
And there’s a finite amount of time to live with intention, pour into the family that we have, and fondly remember the impact those people made for us to carry on.
Tell your people that you love them because you never know when the last time will be.
And also - call your mom.