Well today is it. Today I have officially **swallowing** entered the last year of my 20's. Which is bitter for me. Of course I'm bummed about being closer to 30 but more so it's because if I live to be the age my mom was when she died... I only have 20 more years on this earth. 20 more years to see my kids faces, to hear their little voices, to laugh with my husband.... only 20 more years. I automatically assume I will die around my mom's age. I don't know why, I just assume it. So to me I feel like I've hit what normal people would view as 79 years old. How can that be? I know of some things my mom would've done different. I also wonder what other things she didn't share with me. I wonder how my mom would've lived knowing at the age of 29 she only had 20 more years.
I think today will be the first day that I stop and take time to take in everything around me. Enjoy the simple things in on honor of my mom... I want to make her proud of my 20 more years.
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7 years ago
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I feel the same way. The older I get the more I think I wont get to be older than my mom was when she died. She was 59 and I was 24. I had been engaged for a month and a half and she never got to see my kids. She wanted to be a grandma so bad and it breaks my heart that she didn't get that.
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