While doing a little garden work yesterday afternoon, I happened upon my next door neighbour and we got to chatting. We talked about the changing seasons and our kids and our elderly parents. And how quickly the years go by. Just like a dream.
It got me thinking about what my mother said not too long after my father died. About how unbelievable it was that an entire lifetime spent with him was over. Just like that.
It felt like only yesterday, she told me, that they’d married, had their first child, bought their home, raised their children, had grandchildren, and so on. They’d been married two weeks short of 47 years when he passed away, and it had all zipped right by.
Sometimes I flip through photo albums and find it incomprehensible that certain individuals in the images before me are no longer here. They were all very much alive when the photos were taken. And now they’re gone.
It’s almost surreal at times, isn’t it? Life. The passing of time. Entire lives lived. Here and gone in the blink of an eye.
Life passes by like a dream. Before you know it, it’s over. Live each day like it’s your last. And be grateful for whatever time you have.
A lovely weekend to you all.