Tonight I was thinking about how I really miss the conversations I used to have with my mom. But something potentially even harder than that? Missing the conversations you'll never get to have.
There are so many things I didn't ask my mom. Not because I forgot... but because I didn't even realize they were important. And because I thought there'd be more time. And because I didn't care (yet) and now I do.
Some of the questions are practical. Others are deeply personal. And some are things I never even realized I'd want to know until years after she was gone.
Grief changed my perspective. Things that once felt insignificant suddenly become priceless. A card that has her handwriting on it. A recipe she used to always make. A joke or story she always used to tell. A memory from her childhood she'd laugh at while sharing. What she was thinking when she became a mom. How she handled something I'm navigating now.
I couldn't have known which conversations I'd someday wish we'd had, and I know that none of us can. I think that's one of the biggest heartbreaks of grief.
If there's someone in your life you love, ask the question. Even if it feels random. Even if you think there will always be another opportunity. Sometimes the answers we treasure most are the ones we never knew we'd need.
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