09 May We Never Know When the Last is the Last.
Feeding mom. The last time.
Three years ago I went to the nursing home to visit mom. I walked her around the grounds, talked her arm off and fed her a meal. She hadn’t really known me or been verbal for such a long time but it didn’t stop me from sharing life with her.
Yesterday, on Mother’s Day I pulled out old pictures. I realized this one captured that final feeding.
Since we never know when the ‘last’ time will be the last, maybe we can approach life a little differently. What if, starting today, we treat EVERY moment as if we may never get the chance to repeat it?