WASTED LIFE?

 

Some how the word 'wasted' has been sticking to my mind since yesterday. After yesterday's vibrant post, I do not want this to look dull.

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She thought her life was wasted as she lay there in the ICU. Her face serene with calm acceptance.

What did she think? She had all the time in the world to turn back the pages of her life. What did she find there? Did she have regrets? She did not share. Nor will I ever know.

Then, there was a surge of humanity, who came to see her....off.

The hospital staff had a difficult time controlling them. They had to send many of them back without seeing her.

Every one who was there to meet her, had a memory to share. How she had made a difference in their lives, had touched them and became a memory forever. Many of them who were there were not family; not even relatives. But, they were neighbors who were no longer in our neighborhood. There were also those whom she had crossed paths with journeying through life and stayed in touch.

Her disease never did have a chance...it could not touch her heart.   

  

It has been 5 years now. Even now I cannot look at her photograph without a lump in my throat. Never can get over the loss of my mom.  

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