Losing a parent is hard. Inevitable, but hard. They may pass on quickly, but your relationship with them dies slowly.
The first few days and weeks you’re adjusting to this new normal and you have these impulses to want to call your mother to tell her about what’s happening in your life. But she’s not there. And she’ll never be there again. You stew over all the things you could’ve done differently and said differently. It doesn’t seem real. But it is.
Life is fragile, we all know it. But we rarely treat it that way. Hug your kids. Hug your mom. For many of us, it’ll be the last time, but you won’t know that until it’s too late. This was the last time I spoke with my mother. Just two minutes. That’s it. If I only knew.