Time Is Fleeting

Make beautiful memories now.

It is only when we lose someone that we realize the meaning of time. If I could have one moment with my son, I would imprint it on my soul.

The beautiful moments I had with him weren’t cherished enough. Time ran out before I was ready. There were things I still wanted to say, but it was too late.

We think we can do it tomorrow, but tomorrow never comes. Death erases the future in an instant.

I carry the beautiful memories with me every day. Hidden in my heart, I keep it safe. It was never supposed to be this way.

However, death doesn’t adhere to normal time. It doesn’t send out a notification. Before you know it, time is up.

Your loved one can walk out the front door and never return. It is a finality that defies the mind. Time ends abruptly.

A future of moments vanished into oblivion. You can’t rewind time and relive your memories. The opportunity has come and gone.

My son Emile’s suicide rocked me to my core. It proved that time is a delusion that doesn’t last. I treasure every precious moment with my youngest son now. Because I know, it can be over in the blink of an eye.

Namaste