Time moves slowly, yet rushes by in a heartbeat.
Or, rather, it keeps on moving, long after a heart beats its final beat.
Today marks the one year anniversary since my mom’s heart beat its final beat in this world.
I miss her so much, especially as the holidays approach.
Memories- of the good times, along with the most heart-wrenching, agonizing moments- come flooding back with a vengeance.
It’s almost unbearable sometimes.
Words may be failing me lately…
Yet my mom managed to sum life up to perfection in one of her own blog posts:
For every downhill battle, there will be an uphill victory.
For every backward tread, there will be a forward initiative.
For every letdown, there will be contentment.
For every tear, there will be a smile.
Sometimes what seems to be the end, could be just a beginning.
Life is full of endless detours and turnarounds.
Giving up is not an option. Never was, never will be.
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle”. ~Albert Einstein