Today Is The 2nd Anniversary Of My Mother's Passing. I am reflective. In her honor today I am strangely upbeat considering. It was hard for me to move on from the loss. It has taken almost the whole 2 years.
Losing her was life-altering, as death always is. Her passing made me an orphan, albeit a middle-aged one. That orphan thing has come up often in conversation with others. It's weird at every age for those who know the feeling. My Dad passed when I was 24. He was 55.
Why am I bringing this all up on StillABabe.com? Land of laughs and commiseration?
Because we all know these somber occasions are picking up speed now. The losses are compounding. The range of losses is more extreme too. Some old, some tragically young. We hang in there, but with each loss we are changed, hardened, often scarred. Yes, we are more aware than ever of our own mortality. It gets harder to remain light and joyful. It gets harder to remain playful and hopeful. So we must try harder.
Like I say here often:
'Someday Has Arrived'
'It's Never to Late To Begin Something New'
'Never Too Late For Your Dreams To Come True'
As we stop to honor those we loved who are gone, we are reminded to take more time to honor those we love who are still here. Most important we must take time to honor ourselves and our unfinished business here on earth.
You Still Have Time To Make Your Dreams Come True. Get Moving. I am.
Delusionally Young & Yours,