Perspectives
Its really interesting how quickly perspectives can change. I've been freaking out about finals and studying like crazy, then I learn that my friend Clint, his mom got caught in a riptide and probably wasn't going to make it (and passed today).
It brought me back to a year and a half ago when I received similar news about my Mom. I remember it was a Tuesday night, and I was doing a lab report when I was told my mom was going to the hospital, but I was an optimist and thought for sure she was going to pull through. Then, that late that night, Wednesday morning, my Dad calls and tells me that Mom died and that the service was going to be that weekend. Immediately, nothing I was doing mattered.
Clint is now going through the same thing. In a single phone call, the most important exam, the most important show, for Clint (he works at the O-dome where I used to work), it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is knowing that your mother, the person who brought you into this world and helped form you into the person you are today, is no longer here, and you'll never talk to them again.
I remember the hardest thing for me was never getting to say goodbye. Never apologizing for the small things I still felt bad about. The last time I talked to my Mom was when I called to ask my Dad about finances, I just talked with her, mainly asking to talk to Dad. It never occurred to me that it was going to be the last time I would speak with her.
Suddenly, all my finals seem less important.
It brought me back to a year and a half ago when I received similar news about my Mom. I remember it was a Tuesday night, and I was doing a lab report when I was told my mom was going to the hospital, but I was an optimist and thought for sure she was going to pull through. Then, that late that night, Wednesday morning, my Dad calls and tells me that Mom died and that the service was going to be that weekend. Immediately, nothing I was doing mattered.
Clint is now going through the same thing. In a single phone call, the most important exam, the most important show, for Clint (he works at the O-dome where I used to work), it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is knowing that your mother, the person who brought you into this world and helped form you into the person you are today, is no longer here, and you'll never talk to them again.
I remember the hardest thing for me was never getting to say goodbye. Never apologizing for the small things I still felt bad about. The last time I talked to my Mom was when I called to ask my Dad about finances, I just talked with her, mainly asking to talk to Dad. It never occurred to me that it was going to be the last time I would speak with her.
Suddenly, all my finals seem less important.