“The thing that surprised them (the interviewees) the most was how they missed the ordinary moments more than anything else,” she said. “That they missed the simple, ordinary things that they never really took notice of when they were happening.”
I was never one to make a big fuss over birthdays. Every year, I knew what to expect come July: a series of dinners with family, close friends, and old friends. My birthday this year was different, and I’m sure that anyone who already celebrated theirs felt the same.
July 22, 4:45 PM. I was caught in the middle of a blackout from the rain; attending to something at work when suddenly, one particular thought floated above sea level. I stopped what I was doing to accommodate it, but it hit me like dawn after a long night: Today is my last official day…
What would the world look like if more of these kinds of conversations happened today?
My mom isn’t perfect. Far from it. But like any mom, she will always try her best to love me in the way she knows how.