I had the privilege of getting up this morning at 3:30 a.m. to take my daughter to the airport. She is off to Florida for a mini-vacation. I say privilege because it is at this time of the morning that there is the most peace and the world seems perfect. And I never randomly get up at this otherwise awful hour, but when I have to, I can say that I am so very thankful that I did.
After a successful drop-off, I spent the next hour in a wonderful silent drive of thought. The world around me, although getting busier with others making their daily commute, was soft and undemanding. Of my many thoughts was my mother and how she missed out on so many beautiful things in this world. I don’t know what she may have felt watching a sunrise or a sunset. I don’t know if she ever wished upon a star or danced under the moon. I don’t know if she ever had her heart broken. I don’t know if she ever was completely lost in someone else’s eyes. I don’t know if she was ever truly in love.
All I know is that she left this world too soon. It forced upon me a reminder to never stop seeking out the beauty in my life. To never stop pursuing whatever it is that makes me happy. To never give up on what my heart aches for. It is a short life. And there is no guarantee that I will be around to see what it might have for me tomorrow.