I had a wonderful dream of my Mum last night. On waking I felt her spirit wafting close by and heard her talk to me once again. She always tells me she loves me and reassures me everything will be okay. It always warms my heart and reminds me of our closeness, even though she has now passed nearly three years ago.
It is coming up to her third anniversary. I think about her everyday, talk about her most days, recount a story, have a passing memory or thought, not a day goes by where she does not flick across my mind in fond memory.
My Mum died at 59 from Lung Cancer. She died quickly in only 4 months from diagnosis to death. It was very difficult to lose her so quickly and in such a painful way. The only saving grace was we were able to say our goodbyes and express our undying love for each other. Her time was up, and she was ready to go, as strange as it is to admit this, it is true.
Life is what you make of it. We all have only so much time here, to make the most of our everyday and do the things that make us happy. I have an unhealthy preoccupation with death, it has instilled an extreme drive in me to make the very most of my life. But what really does that mean? Make the most of your life. This can be interpreted so many different ways. And is entirely up to you.
I felt compelled to share my thoughts this morning. I hope you are well and make the most of your weekend, and your life…