Lost.

Lost. I'm pretty familiar with this word, as most people do, I believe... Life itself is a series of repeated losses: first we lose our childhood when we believe we are immortal, then the wonderfully weird teenage years when life is still very, very long and we have infinite time to make all of our dreams come true, we can undoubtedly rule the world at one time and become completely worthless the very next one, then our youth when we actually can and should make most of our dreams come true, middle age when we have the maturity to be satisfied with what we've achieved and enjoy it while we still have the time for more even better accomplishments, elderly when our precious life experience makes us stronger, wiser and why not, happier.... and the list goes on.... and on...
As we grow up we lose a period of our life, so we can  step to the next wonderful one! Each loss is a small funeral letting us feel sad, but, at the same time is prerequisite, if we want to walk to the next chapter of our life. We have to let go of something old in order to walk to something new , that's the  natural process. Grown ups who behave as children or teenagers... is a real problem not only to the people around them, but to themselves mainly. Isn't that more sad than natural loss of our younger age?...
So loss isn't necessary something bad, as it may sounds... Of course there are lost oppportunities, lost things precious to us, lost friendships or relationships that really mattered, lost pets... All these definetely hurt more or less, but then... on second thought, isn't everything happening for a reason? Time is usually verifying in such situations.
Yet, the greatest loss is the loss of our beloved ones. I lost my first grandparent when I was nine and the last one at 21. It hurt. But I accepted it and got over it, pretty quickly, as I can remember. I still had my parents, my family, my friends... and I was so young!
But losing my dear mother a few years ago... I never accepted that one and I never will. Until the time we, hopefully, meet again she will always be around me, in my mind, in my heart. I lost the earth under my feet when she left us. I believed that would never happen to my mom. She was a beautiful, wonderful, kind woman... she was everything to me! Losing her I lost myself as well... I became a new person. A person without a mom being there all the time willing to give me the right advice, to make me feel better, to give me a love hug... oh God, what I miss most is her warm hug and her beautiful smile...irreplaceable...
A new period had begun for me. As if I had lived the "with mom " period and now switched to  "without mom" or "after mom" period when I have to be stronger, indepedent... adult, I'm not a kid anymore since mom is not here. I have full responsibility for my life and I have to have a life, a new life, to write my very own story in this worldbook just the way she did so amazingly...
My whole priorities changed after mom's gone. I looked at things in a different way.  I didn't worry so much for small things, even the bigger ones... I first realized that life is really too short to deal with anything that doesn't really matters to me. I had become my first priority!
Life gave me a huge slap taking my dearest person away from me maybe because someone wanted to teach me something. And I sure took my lesson!
The last thing I wanted is make you feel sad about this story, after all my blog has to do with the beautiful things in life. I just wanted to remind you that you have to enjoy all the beauty around you with all your senses, at any age, under any circumstances, because that's what life is all about! We all lose something every now and then, but something new and wonderful is just around the corner!

Thanks a lot you stopped by and excuse my English,
I'm trying really hard to write properly, but I'll always think the Greek way I guess...
love you all,
xoxo Elena

Written as part of Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop