It is only temporary, make it count

Recently, I found out that a dear friend, one of my adopted grandmothers actually, is in hospice. It is a strange reminder to cherish the time we do have.

While one of her friends messaged to let me know to call her, I felt some guilt because I hadn’t seen her in a year or so. At least since my son was born.

Life has a weird way of dealing out lessons woven into pain and grief.

I took Jameson to visit with her in the rehab facility, we sat outside and as he tried to run away like the wild little thing he is, she simply could not get a big smile off of her face.

The duality of youth and elders in one space together holds so much weight in the wisdom of the world.

Somewhere in between the two we get so lost.

We get caught up in things, materials, perceptions, and lies that truly do not matter.

In infancy and childhood : we have this way about us. A curious mind and heart that leads us into the creative unknown about who we could be or what we might find.

In later life, we reflect back on our life. Share stories that might never be told about people who have since passed. We try to cling to the last bit of time and materials we have left. We gift that last few things to the people who matter.

We go out just as unexpectedly as we came in.

This experience is different for me to process this time. As I see my son, I know time will slip through our fingers. As every parent ever has shared, cherish these moments because one day you will wonder where they went.

Soaking in the slow release of life, honoring the life of my sweet sweet Florence, I realize that the only thing that matters is the love we give and receive.

And of course in the words of Florence, “you only need the two G’s : God and Garlic”.