I think it’s the saddest thing that it often takes death for us to appreciate what we have.
one of my closest friends mom passed away unexpectedly. I never was able to meet her personally but from the stories I heard of her and what I saw on her social media accounts, she was one of these people who spread a lot of love around (as cliche as that sounds). She loved cats and even took care of the stray ones in her neighborhood. She also really loved her daughter. She was bit overprotective at times but it always came from a good place. She had her strengths and weaknesses but throughout it all she was a genuinely good person. She reminded me of my mom actually, which makes this death all the harder to face.
I remember when my older brother passed away how hard it was for me to even accept it at first. When someone close to you dies you never really “get over it”, but you do reach a point where you find yourself smiling and thinking about the good times you had more often than you find yourself crying over their passing. And eventually when you think of them you don’t even immediately think about their death and the pain it caused, instead you think about the happy memories you have and the times you shared.