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My mom called me tonight to tell me that she was in the emergency room last night. Her blood sugar levels skyrocketed and she had to have a couple of IV drips to help with things. She has more doctor's appointments coming up, including tomorrow, and she may have to go on insulin. She's fine, she was even surprisingly nonchalant about it (very unlike her).
I post this not because I'm worried about her (though I am, she hasn't been in great health for some time), but because of the realization I've made. I always think about what I can do to make her happier, or what things we might do when she's feeling better and more mobile, later on. But that may never come. And even if that time did come, it wouldn't be enough. There will come a day when she dies, and no matter how hard I've tried or what things we've done together, I will always regret that we didn't do more, or have longer.
That's life, and this is just one of the many facts of it. But I'm just realizing now that I will never, ever have enough time with the people I love.
I post this not because I'm worried about her (though I am, she hasn't been in great health for some time), but because of the realization I've made. I always think about what I can do to make her happier, or what things we might do when she's feeling better and more mobile, later on. But that may never come. And even if that time did come, it wouldn't be enough. There will come a day when she dies, and no matter how hard I've tried or what things we've done together, I will always regret that we didn't do more, or have longer.
That's life, and this is just one of the many facts of it. But I'm just realizing now that I will never, ever have enough time with the people I love.