Losing a Parent
I woke up this morning ready to rant and rave about the fact that I ended up helping my younger sister move last night to her new apartment, however, after the phone call I received mid morning, I no longer have it in me. You see, Racquetball Guy’s mom died this morning. I was hoping that she would pull through as I was hoping to meet her someday but, I guess God had different plans. As I listened to him talk about the whole situation (which I won’t go into any details about), I couldn’t help but reflect on the circumstances surrounding my own mom’s death. It also made me think about my own mortality. Hopefully, I have another 50 years but one never knows. As such, I need to do a better job of living each day to the fullest. I also need to try and tell my family (really my two sisters) how much they mean to me. So even though they drive me crazy at times (like my younger sister did last night), I’m really glad that we have each other.