Today is the one year anniversary of my mom's death.
I still remember it well, although I try to see her as she was when she was healthier, and not as she was when we said goodbye.
Watching her die, I learned more about physical death than I ever wanted to know. At the same time, I learned more about life.
I realize the importance of "now" as opposed to "someday" or "soon". "Someday" is the closest step from "never". "Soon" is meaningless.
"Someday" and "soon" suddenly become "never"...
and then it's too late.
Live now, love now, give now, and don't wait for someday.
Mom, I miss you.