Today is an emotional one. Two years ago today, my mom passed away. She had a long battle with cancer and it eventually took her. I held her hand while she took her last breathe and it still haunts me to this day.
Between tears and tea, I’ve been thinking about how much of what we care about and stress about actually matters. In the end, only the effect that you have on others remains. I’ve been working my butt off the past few weeks, trying to get everything in order to go away and leave it all behind for a 2 week holiday. I’ve dedicated weeks on end to my work in preparation and yet I sit here today and none of it matters.
What matters is that it was my mom who taught me to work hard, to make sure that I can take care of myself, to always plan ahead and not be surprised by life’s curveballs. You deal with it and you get on with it. What matters is that you never question when someone needs your help, you just help. You look after yourself and your family and no matter what you’re going through, you do what you need to do.
I saw this clip pass my way today and thought it fitting to share:
To my mom, who taught me all of the things to make me strong and gentle at the same time, thank you. That is what matters.