No Second Chances

I wish I could say I took this picture but I didn’t. I will relish in it’s beauty though. I think we often take simple things like sunrises, puppy nuzzles, and the sound of rain throughout the night for granted. 
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it here before but I’ve been following Rory Feek’s blog throughout his wife Joey’s journey after being diagnosed with cervical cancer. If you follow as well, or may have heard on many news outlets, she passed last week. I think this journey hit me the most because of how many people I have lost to cancer. I never met my paternal grandmother, but she lost her life to the same cancer Joey did which could be why it hits me hard. It could happen to any of us (so get checked regularly ladies!).
A quote from the blog Rory has been writing sums it up perfectly:
“God only gives each of us a certain amount of time to be on this earth and every day when we wake up, we get to decide how we are going to spend those precious minutes and hours.  There are no do-overs, no second-chances, no next-time-around’s to get it right.” 
-Rory Feek
He’s right. I think we get wrapped up in the day to day and often forget to just take a breath. I of all people know what it is like to lose people closest to you. A fellow blogger, Jenn, just lost her dad last week. As most of us need to do, be sad, but also celebrate the wonderful life you were blessed to have with them. 
I lost my mother when I was 13 years old. A critical time in a young girl’s life. My mother struggled with an alcohol addiction her whole life, and finally her body succumbed to the turmoil she constantly put it in. One August day, she had a seizure that put her in a coma for a little over 3 weeks. There came a day when my family told me that I should say goodbye but I refused to, I guess at that age, it’s a little harder to comprehend the whole idea of death. Especially since I had just lost my step-mom just a few weeks before.
 On August 28, 2004, a little after 9pm, my grandparents called me downstairs, sat me down and told me the news. Of course I cried, and for a while after her death, I was really angry. Angry at why my best friend and mother was chosen to be taken from me. I don’t think it was until years later that I was truly at peace with my mom’s death. I started to realize that she wasn’t absent, rather she was with me in every aspect of my life. I feel my mom with me all the time and that’s an incredible feeling. When I feel alone, I know I’m not. She’s always there holding my hand. 
So take a moment today and pause. Take a moment and remember those who are no longer with us, but know that they are happier where they are, than we could ever imagine. Be sad, of course, but also be grateful for the time that was spent with them and know they’ll never leave your heart. 
xo, Jess

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