There was no warning. No reason. Nothing.
My friend lost his mom last Thursday. He was set to graduate Saturday, and this certainly wasn't in the itinerary. His mom had made all these plans to celebrate him and all his accomplishments, yet they had to continue the festivities without her.
My friend will never be able to see his mom again. He won't be able to call her, hug her, kiss her, or tell her goodnight. Not physically at least.
It's unfortunate how these situations make you sit back and realize what's really important. It's exactly like that saying: you don't realize what you have until it's gone. I'm definitely not saying this was the case with my friend. Not at all. Thankfully, he had had a wonderful, very normal conversation with his mom the day before.
Sometimes, though, we don't appreciate the little things in life like calling our mom everyday to say I Love You or telling our dad that we miss him.
I often take for granted my parents, my brother, my grandparents and my aunts and uncles. I'll be the first to admit it. But I know their love will always be unconditional which might be why it's easier to take it for granted.
I came home today, and my mom very bluntly said that she was upset because I didn't tell her I was on my way home from Nacogdoches. I started thinking, "Oh my goodness, what's the big deal. I'm here now talking to you!"
Very quickly, I realized I was being the immature girl I often let overcome me. It was such a simple task, and I worried my mom and with good reason. I apologized and gave her a big hug.
I don't know about anyone else's relationship with their families, but if I can offer some advice (and I don't often wish to share any): call your parents more. Open up to them a little more. Tell them you love them more. Spend time with them more. Show them you love them more. Doing a little goes a long way.
I know I will.
I'm so sorry for your loss, my friend. I cant imagine the pain you and the rest of your family must be going through. Just know we're praying for you always.