live every day
as if it were your last...
time honored words
that bring us into the moment~
Most of us don't start our day with the gratitude or consciousness that this message implies.
And we certainly don't expect that today is the day our child will perish.
Last week I received a text from a good friend, asking if I would mind connecting with a struggling woman who lives in my neck of the woods; she had recently lost her son to addiction, and...well... one can only imagine.
Sometimes, more often than I care to admit, I do imagine what that would be like.
Once heroin made its entrance into my otherwise naive life by way of a phone call from the police station, I began subconsciously burying my son.
Some may say that is negative thinking.
Some may say I am being over dramatic.
I say, that's just what comes to my mind.
I spoke with my new friend last night on the phone, and she is doing the expected things to survive this first year of grief...counseling, exercising, working, attending church, thinking about contacting a medium.
He was her only son; her only child, and now all she has is the memories.
So when I get a call from my son, any call, good or bad, I live the day as if it were our last.
I am glad, to hear his raspy voice, and to know that God has blessed me with one more day to be his Mom.
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