So Much to Say, So Much to Hear

It has been such a long time since I have written.

One thing that has been on my mind and in my heart over the days since my mum passed away is that I have so much left to say to her. Don’t get me wrong, I said everything I needed to say to her before she passed away, but it is my everyday stuff that I miss being able to share with her.

I remember when I went to visit her, it seemed like her questions about the family and what was going on in the world would never stop. Towards the end the same question was asked even after I had just answered it and I admit to wishing I didn’t have to answer it again. Now I would give anything to hear her asking me that same question and I would gladly answer it over and over again.

How many times in a day are you doing something and someone comes along and interrupts you with some seemingly unimportant thing? You have felt frustrated because you,’ if only they knew how much you have to get done!’ Well that used to be me, all the time. I just didn’t have time or didn’t want to put the effort in to that moment. I have learned that those moments, once gone, you can never get back, not even if you try to orchestrate them.

I see every interruption as important. We have no idea what that moment may lead to. You might just speak life or give hope or encourage the person who has interrupted you or, alternatively they might just speak life, hope or encouragement into you.

We all have exactly the same amount of time. It is what you do with that time that is the most important thing. We need always to have time for each other.