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This Is It

Death, I suppose, does that to us. It’s one of those accidental growth inducing things that none of us actually want, but do end up getting from time to time. Lessons in perspective. Lessons in gratitude, these are just some of the positives that can come from death knocking on our doors. But today, death has broken me. And my empath metre is still reeling.

I’ve just read an article written by a Mum recounting her five-year-old sons final days. Cancer. To say I struggled to hold myself together wouldn’t be accurate. To say I fell to pieces is absolutely correct. What a devastating, devastating thing: to lose a child, and yet people do experience this sort of loss in life, and far too often for my liking.

I felt I owed it to that precious little man to reiterate the message his beautiful, heartbroken (positively grace-filled) Mum put out into the world, on behalf of her little boy. To live and love, is surely the greatest gift. To live now, to be grateful for this. What’s here. What’s out the window and how beautiful it is. To see that it’s pointless fussing over the little things, when there are even more little things to honour and cherish in this mixed bag of a life we live.

This Mum. She was given a beautiful gift, in the end, when her son’s final words were: ‘I am happy Mum.’ I am happy, Mum. It makes you think how dumb we are worrying about the extra weight we might put on over the holiday period, doesn’t it? It makes you think that, in the end, all we’re really here for is to realise nothing matters but the people we love, and love itself.

Anyhow, I should stop this because it’s going to take me down, again, but I think I’ve said it all, anyway. Most of you already know the way I view life. It is short and beautiful, and we have one chance.

One sweet, sweet, chance.

This is it.

This is it.

This is it.

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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

2 replies on “This Is It”

I feel you. I didn’t read the original incident and I’m still in tears reading your version of it. Hyper empathetic people often have it difficult but sometimes, I feel grateful that I can sense or feel at least a fraction of the amount of grief another person is going through. It’s almost like reading a book. You cannot live different lives but through a book, through the characters you glimpse another life and these experiences, in a similar way, probably let us experience what we may or may not experience in our own lives the same way. I hope the Mum has the support and care she needs now. 🥺💕

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Absolutely, Shruba. To feel other peoples depth and life experience is one of the most beautiful things there is. We’re very lucky to feel so deeply, I think.❤️ And yes, I sure do hope the mum is living happily. xx

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