A few minutes ago, I came across a quote. I dont know who wrote it, but i loved it. "Life is not measured by how many breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away". We all know life is too short. I think of how my Mom was taken from us at age 58. She was still so young. But then I think of her life and how much she accomplished, overcame and affected others. Her life was something to be proud of. She was independent and did whatever she could for herself. She worked hard, 2 jobs and many hours a week, so she didnt have to rely on anyone. She loved children and caring and nurturing them. If its one thing the grandkids will remember about her its how much she loved them. She played with them, read to them, watched movies with them.
As the anniversary of her death approaches, and sadness fills my heart, I need to remind myself that we were lucky to have her around for as long as we did. I need to remember that she was a wonderful person that touched the lives of everyone she knew. I need to appreciate and show love to the family that I do have left. I need to stop taking things for granted. I need to stop letting little things get to me and remember life is too short.