Death is an obvious fact no one can escape.
Regardless of all ages or gender, high or low status, rich or poor.
Talking about death is not pleasant.
When my body is healthy, death seems vague, but when I get sick it is right in front of my nose.
And looking back at this and that, I realize I was too greedy, I blame the things I didn't have. I accumulated hatred, arrogance, and an indifference.
Death makes me realize what is genuinely precious in my life. The bible says, "The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of pleasure."
Each day is a precious to live well enough to shed tears. It's all I have. The trivial everyday things are the core that weaves my life.
To the people I pass by every day, I give a warmer smile than I did yesterday.
A refreshing wind brushes against my cheeks and warm sunlight shines down on me. I am thankful for precious friends with whom I can talk to and share hope.
If I filter out the simpleness of my daily life through death, it will be the energizer that enhances my life. And I can be grateful that I am alive now.
Well said mom. 🥰