There you were, all dressed up. Your family came to pay their respects. But I was the one who saw you in your final days. I fed you. I tried to take care of you. Although I hadn’t seen you since I was a little girl, I still felt close to you. I remember you being an incredible woman full of life and energy. But when I came to visit you in your final weeks, I saw how mistakes you made in your life caused your body to become frail. You tried to hold on. Your husband being your only support. Your children were nowhere to be found. No one made sacrifices to come see you.
They dressed you in a pink bow and a pink dress. You looked beautiful. You were at peace. But I was not. I felt that you died with a broken heart. Your children were your life. You raised them and took care of them. But they did appreciate any of it until you were gone. How tragic. Now they morn.
There is a line in song that says:
GIVE ME MY FLOWERS
WHILE I YET LIVE
SO THAT I CAN SEE THE BEAUTY
THAT THEY BRING
Cherish everyone as if this might be your or their last day on this planet. Remembering someone after death is not the same as making memories with them while they are alive.