I did things on the spur of the moment back in my younger years. I would not have an agenda or plans. Whatever the day brought me was o.k. with me. Sometimes, I would get a phone call from a friend asking me to go with her to the beach. I would pull out my suitcases from the top shelf of my big closet and start packing and yelling at the children to start packing too. Everyday for me was not planned. I never thought about time. Time didn't really mean anything important to me. As long as I had my children and was having a fun time with them was all that I needed back then.
Dreading Monday mornings all of the time. Getting up rushing into the shower and calling out the children to get up and get ready for school. We all would run to my car and off we went. Dropping two off at Easterby School and the older one at Kings Canyon Middle school. Last thing I would say to them as I drove off in a rush to work was, "Love You." As long as I made it to work on time and all my children in school was what was important at that time in my life.
Time went on, I got older and wiser realizing that plans had to be made. Goals had to be met. Life was all about the quality of time spent with loved ones. No more rushing here and there in the spur of the moment. My children grew up and had families of their own now.
Time is important. I realized that much more when Jeannette was diagnosed with breast cancer. She didn't have much time left. Time was the most important thing in her life. She spent it wisely by having her children be the centerpoint of her life. At times, it was too much for me to witness how she focused more on making memories with them instead of her health. It was her life, her time and that is what she wanted.
I respected all her wishes. Afterall, her time was running out.
It ran out on September 3, 2009.
Dreading Monday mornings all of the time. Getting up rushing into the shower and calling out the children to get up and get ready for school. We all would run to my car and off we went. Dropping two off at Easterby School and the older one at Kings Canyon Middle school. Last thing I would say to them as I drove off in a rush to work was, "Love You." As long as I made it to work on time and all my children in school was what was important at that time in my life.
Time went on, I got older and wiser realizing that plans had to be made. Goals had to be met. Life was all about the quality of time spent with loved ones. No more rushing here and there in the spur of the moment. My children grew up and had families of their own now.
Time is important. I realized that much more when Jeannette was diagnosed with breast cancer. She didn't have much time left. Time was the most important thing in her life. She spent it wisely by having her children be the centerpoint of her life. At times, it was too much for me to witness how she focused more on making memories with them instead of her health. It was her life, her time and that is what she wanted.
I respected all her wishes. Afterall, her time was running out.
It ran out on September 3, 2009.
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