Today marks the 4 year anniversary of the death of my sweet Grandma. I was living in Nashville at the time, away from my family, so I was not prepared when I heard the words “Grandma died” when I had my weekly phone call that Saturday. Sure, we knew it was a possibility–I had flown home the week before when she began to seriously decline–but still. The helpless feeling that I experienced that day was intense.
Four years later and all I can seem to think about is the fact that I wasted so much time when my Grandma was alive. I was in and out of treatment centers during the last two years of her life, and when I was home, I was so depressed that I didn’t want to spend time with anyone. During the years when I was healthy, she was battling cancer. We just didn’t have enough good years together.
If I had known that my Grandma was going to die on September 18, 2010, I would have used my time with her more wisely. I would have talked to her more, asked more questions. I would have spent the night at her house more often. I would have cooked, baked, and enjoyed more food with her. If I could go back, I would have savored each moment. I would have taken pictures, written down memories. I would have spent more time learning how to paint and draw with her…she was an excellent artist. But I guess the would haves and could haves don’t do much good, because the time is gone and she has passed on.
Too often I go through the motions of life, forgetting that people do not last forever. There will be a day when I have yet another funeral to attend, and I will once again look back and think about my time spent with that person. Do I want to live with memories that were wasted because I took their life for granted? I don’t think so.
In my last conversation with my Grandma, she told me she loved me and that she would always be there for me. She said she hoped I would be able to get my life together and live freely instead of being a prisoner of my own mind and body. I wish she could see that she gave me the strength to push through, to overcome, to fight for my happiness. I wish I could give her one last hug, tell her I love her one last time.
Life is short. Don’t take one moment for granted. Take time to enjoy the little things, to call up a friend, to tell your loved ones how much they mean to you. Remember that tomorrow is not guaranteed, for yourself or for anyone else. Use the time while you have it, and give no attention to the meaningless things. You don’t want to look back and think of the should haves, would haves, and could haves. Make today count.
Enjoy the time you have. You never know when that time will be over.
{Grandma, I love you and miss you. I’m glad you’re not suffering anymore…I know you spent much of your life in pain as well. Thanks for the memories, and I’ll see you on the flip side.}