When It Is Too Late
My amazing aunt, Cheri Farstveet, left this world on March 16, 2012 after a long, courageous battle with cancer. Leaving us tragically too early, but parting with lessons for us to live life in a different light, in her light. Since her passing I have been contemplating the question, when is it too late? When I think about this I am immediately drawn to thoughts of my mother, Yvonne Jensen, who I am caring for as she suffers from Alzheimer’s Disease.
In most people’s life it is too late the moment you take your last breath, and when that moment will be is unknown. Even though my aunt Cheri was sick and battling cancer for years, her passing was still so unexpected, sudden, and seemed unsettlingly too soon. However, that moment came and in an instant, it was too late. Too late to tell Cheri one last time that I love her, too late to ask those unanswered questions floating around in my mind, too late to pick up the phone and hear her contagious laughter on the other end.
In my mom’s life, well this question becomes a bit more complicated. I can’t really tell you when the moment passed when it was too late for my mom but one thing I do know is that even though she is alive and her body is healthy that moment has come and gone. Sure, I can still tell her I love her and I can still hug her. However, when questions are asked or conversation is attempted the response is inaccurate or just a blank stare, a smile, or a very confused, sad look. I look back each day, searching her eyes, and smile and understand it is much, much too late for most everything except one thing. Love.