A Wonderful Life

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On my final day, I want to be able to say, “I have lived a wonderful life.” While reading a post recently, this statement stuck out to me. However, I didn’t think of my own life when I read it. Instead, I instantly thought of the lives of others.

My mother was my first thought. Ever since I was a child, all I have ever wanted was for her to be happy. While growing up, I witnessed her life and the many struggles she had to endure. There were times when I’m certain that she wanted to give up, but she never did. She always held on. At the end of every storm she was there, still standing. She’s an amazing woman.

My mother and I are the best of friends. Don’t misunderstand, she is my mom and I respect her. Plus, she’d probably still whoop me even now at 33 years old. But, we’re friends. We always have been. To see a smile on her face means the world to me. To see her hurting, tears me to pieces.

Because of that, I’ve always endeavored to be there when she needs me. To be silly when she needs to laugh and to listen when she needs to talk. Over the years, I had convinced myself that somehow I could always make her happy and take away anything that would cause her pain. Even though I’m her child, I felt as though I was also her protector. Not that she needed me to be, but that’s just how I felt.

However with the passing of my step-father, I learned that I can’t control everything. There are certain hurts that, no matter what I do, I can’t take them away. It’s impossible. That to me was a hard lesson to learn. I despised the fact that I couldn’t take my mother’s pain away from her. It crushed me and I was angry. So angry. There was nothing I could do. I was helpless.

It’s been almost a year and it’s been a slow one. All the months intertwined into a spring that never ended. Now suddenly, it’s the new year and we’re living it. For the first time in months, we’re alive. We’re breathing.

There will still be hard times and the mourning will never fully end, but today is finally here. Even though it may not be every day, my mother smiles now.  She even laughs. No longer is she just walking. She’s living.

I don’t know what’s in store for her or where the journey will lead. All I know for certain, is that on her final day I want to hear her say, “I have lived a wonderful life.”

That’s all I want from everyone I love. Regardless of what happens along the way or where the road leads, as long as they can say that at the end, that’s all that truly matters. To see your loved ones happy is the greatest gift of all.

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13 Responses to A Wonderful Life

  1. April says:

    This is a beautiful post.

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  2. davecenker says:

    Life is certainly meant to be lived. And too often, I have found myself passively coasting through the minutes, hours, and days on autopilot. When we take the wheel in our hands and set the course we want, we are able to create our wonderful life. This is a beautiful story, about love, about relationships, and about living life. Thank you for sharing, your message is well received and very much appreciated 😉

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    • mewhoami says:

      Create a wonderful life – that’s a good point. Create. Our life is what we make it, but in order to make it anything, we must live it. It’s easy to coast along, but life goes by much too quickly to coast our way through it. I was coasting for months and have nothing to show for it. It’s a tough realization to swallow, but a great lesson to learn from. Thank you so much for your kind comment.

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  3. What a beautiful hope to have for your mom, and all those you love. Endearing and beautiful post.

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  4. DailyMusings says:

    It is a hard thing to get used to living without the people we love in our lives. I feel for you and your mother. It is good to hear though that she is beginning to “live” again, and continue on. Reading your post I thought of my Uncle who was diagnosed with cancer years back, he was 78, and refused treatment as he knew it was not a cure, it would maybe give him a few months extra in a debilitated state. He told me “I have lived a wonderful life, I have no regrets.” His words always stayed with me as I thought what a wonderful way to leave this world.

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    • mewhoami says:

      It is a difficult thing to do, but I’ve found that it does get easier day by day. Those are such beautiful words that your Uncle said. Refusing treatment is understandable in situations such as those, in my opinion. He had lived a wonderful life, why spoil it at the end by enduring the treatment? I don’t think I would either.

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      • DailyMusings says:

        That was exactly how he felt.- he did not want to spoil what had been a great journey, a fulfilling life. He wanted to leave on his own terms too- that had always been his way in life.

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  5. tric says:

    To love and be loved and to laugh loads, that is what I wish for in life. Every day is precious. Great post. Learning to live without someone is so painful. A friend of mine said, “you don’t lose the relationship you had with them, it just changes”. I think this is very true.

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    • mewhoami says:

      That is a wonderful wish. I like the statement from your friend. “It just changes.” That’s true. Love is never lost and people who pass on are never truly gone. They are carried with us forever.

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  6. Cindi says:

    This really is a wonderful and uplifting post!

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