** Weird Warning **
Letting you know upfront I have no idea where this post is going.
It’s been an odd week, but there’s something here.
Thoughts of writing about anything else are stopped cold.
As are considerations of not writing at all.
Even though time is running out to actually write a weekly Letter this week, I’m supposed to write.
What unfolds we’ll find out together.
Throughout the week as our cat’s health declined, thoughts returned to a moment well into my mom’s journey with cancer.
She was upset.
Her world had shrunk to be the main floor of the house, and mostly the family room couch at that.
After months of dealing with the ups and downs of each crisis, we had finally settled into our new normal.
Only as she watched the rest of us come and go about our day, she felt frozen in time.
She saw us moving on with life while she was left behind, waiting for her path to reach an end.
Shocked to learn how she felt, it made perfect sense.
While we saw ourselves coping, we were blind to how we were continuing on.
Tests and homework needed to be done, work responsibilities wouldn’t wait, grandkids had nursery school, cats had vet appointments, and so on.
After a heartfelt and honest conversation, we paid greater attention to involving her in ways that she could.
Many times during the week I wondered if the cat felt frozen in time.
He would come to the kitchen as usual during meal time but wasn’t interested in eating.
The others needed to be fed and they definitely weren’t changing their routines.
His once favourite nightly scratch time continued even though he no longer came for his share.
Same for morning wake up snuggles where he was the one to wake me up, but he stopped coming a few weeks ago.
(His late afternoon lap time became even more treasured as did the extra loving that annoyed him.)
So maybe my running out of time this week was the point to be explored more closely.
There’s running out of time, and then there’s running. out. of. time.
Life goes on either way, so that is not the point to focus on.
Where, what, how and with who is.
We can use time to create special moments or to keep us from them.
Time taken to step back and decide what kind of time we want to spend may very well be the most important time of all.
What have you observed about your own experiences of running out of time?
** End of Weird Warning **
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