Better times are coming is, and always has been, the continual theme in my life. Cancer took my step-uncle in earlier this year and threatened to take my mother anytime in April. These deaths will hit me hard, but they were never impossible, just unlikely, we thought, now.
Many live longer than my step-uncle in his family, and most women live at least a few more years than mom’s current age in her family. However, death is certain for all that breathe and live. What we do with those days here is what matters.
Our stepdad will inherit much from the estate of his brother in the coming months. We used the inheritance of his mom years ago to live for years and get out of the hole of debt we were in as a family. Now, we hope to greatly enhance our ability to make more with this second inheritance.
The brighter future is never promised, yet I cannot help but hope we can do better with a second opportunity after we dug out of debt before.
We have no choice but to live on as the maker and matriarch pass-on is very sad.