Too Blue - Part II

Most of you who read this blog already knew that my mother died young. For those who don't know the story, here's the very short version.

My parents were divorced when I was eight. My mother left us (my two sisters, my brother and me) with my father. What exactly happened to end their marriage I don't know, but what I do know is that my father stopped drinking and smoking but my mother did not.

For a long time I was angry. I was angry that my parents could not figure out a way to stay together. But it wasn't until I was married myself that I realized how hard marriage can be. When my mother died, I was angry that she was never able to pull herself together and quit drinking. But struggling with my own weaknesses all these years has given me empathy for what she must have gone through.

I wish my mother's life had been different. I wish she had not left her family. I wish she had seen her children grow up and marry. I wish she had met her seven grandchildren. I wish she had lived a lot longer than 43 and a half years.

My wishes won't change anything. All I can do is live my life and make the most of the time God chooses to give me. That is all any of us can do.

The question is, am I making the most of my life?