Well, I am just sitting here thinking about how life goes on. We can't stop it and we can't go back and no matter what....life just keeps happening around us. Sometimes for the good and sometimes for the ugly. I really am not sure if I like that or not but that's the problem...it doesn't matter... because I can't change it and life still goes on.
This week I started a quilting class to finish a quilt my mom was making for my sons wedding gift. I am going to the class that she went to with all her friends. It was kind of strange because I know she knew all of them and I only knew one of them and a couple others I had met before. I felt like mom was there though and hopefully she will be with me as I try to finish the quilt. She was in such a hurry to get it done and the wedding is not until this June. She was hurrying and kept saying "I've got to get this done before the wedding". I kept telling her that it was still at least 9 months away and she would have plenty of time. I now wonder if she knew she was running out of time.
Mom also kept wanting me to take her china hutch and her china the last few months before she died. I kept putting it off and told her that it was something I should get after she died. She kept telling me she wanted me to take it now because she wanted it out of her spare room that she used for her quilting and painting. She said she never used it and that since I do all the holidays with the family at my house that I should take it now and use it. I kept putting it off and never took it. Now, last week I finally went and got the china hutch and the china and have it in my dining room. I felt so bad that I never took it when mom wanted me to so she could see it in my dining room. I hope she can see it now and know that I treasure it more than ever. I just wish she could be here to enjoy seeing it proudly displayed in my home.

I have so many things I want to do every day and life just keeps going faster than I can handle. I realize how short life is and how every day is gone before you know it. I wish I could make every day count just a little bit more and not let time slip away from me.
Mom seemed to make everyday count the last few years of her life. She was involved in everything....church, quilting classes, painting classes, exercise classes, line dancing, her friends, volunteering for the Ameri-Corps, not to mention her family. She would still watch her grandchildren and her great-grandchildren whenever needed. She kept in touch with all of us kids almost everyday and always was there to listen to us or support us in any way she could. She totally suppported my Dad in everything that he did. She went to every motocross race or any time he went riding, she was there. She still made his lunches for him everyday...even peeling his apples for him! I told she was making us look bad to our husbands because I wasn't going to do that. She didn't think anything about it, she did it because that's what she wanted to do.
I just keep reminding myself every day that I should live my life more like my mother did. I can't say she had no regrets because I'm sure she did but she was doing everything she wanted to be doing. If there was something she wanted to learn or something she wanted to do...she did it. Life goes on around us whether we're participating in it or not so why not be actively involved in living our lives before it's over. I think that's what mom was doing and it's what I want to try to do more of...living my life doing everything I want to do before it's over.