I remember what prompted this post. I was so overwhelmed with everything: the normal activities of family life, my job, aging parents, and any other life stuff. But as I wrote about it, I learned something.
Today. I can only do today, right now, this moment.
So much has happened since this post over 2 years ago. Both Mom and Dad are gone and I miss them deeply. I wanted to call Mom yesterday when I finally finished something I’d been working on for weeks. She would have said, “Great, I knew it would all work out!” And I would have told her how relieved I was that it was done, and she would have told me she loved me and I would have told her I love her.
But I couldn’t call her. I could only remember her. And be thankful I had a wonderful mom. And grateful I’d learned to live in the moment when I did.