We Never Know When the Last is the Last.

We Never Know When the Last is the Last.

Feeding mom. The last time.

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?



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