A life well lived.

a life well lived
a life well lived

Someone that I adored left my life this week.

As far as exits go, it was a truly exceptional one.

And at 95 years of age, after a life well lived and loved, I could not have been happier for or prouder of her.

At the ripe of old age of 19, I rocked up to her house with her grandson, and I was lucky enough to be still drinking wine and staring out at the same view with her 28 years later, when she was 95 and I was *cough* staring down the barrel of 50.

Over that time we weathered births, deaths, divorces, life.

She watched me grow up, I watched her mellow.

She loved my daughters (as well as the 36 other great grand children that she accumulated over those years) fiercely, and taught us all so much about life.

They would spend hours with her, entertained by her stories of old, and she would want to know about the new, about what was happening in their worlds too.

They would watch Dr Phil together, soak in her wisdom and perspective. We were blessed.

An independent, determined woman, who was never afraid to ask for exactly what she wanted.

She unapologetically lived life on her own terms.

A bit of an early adopter in the chickie secret superhero stakes really.

As our family  rode the wave of emotion that comes with the loss of someone we loved, one of my favourite Maya Angelou quotes kept coming to mind…

'I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.'

You see, as loved ones reminisced this past week, as they shared stories, laughter and tears; of all of those beautiful memories - none of them were about material things… they were about moments, where people felt loved, valued, cherished, listened to, understood, adored.

I don’t know about you, but to me, that is the story of a life very well lived.

What does a life well lived mean to you lovely chickies?

When the day comes that you have no more time left on this earth and you are looking back on the life that you lived, and those that you loved,

What do you want your legacy to be?

How do you want to be remembered?

What kind of relationships do you want to have built, nurtured, invested your precious hours and heart in?

What did watching the way you wrangled the tough times teach the people who loved you about handling adversity and heartbreak?

What did you show them about setting loving boundaries? About self-care, self-kindness, self-respect, self-love?

What precious memories do you want to leave behind?

Will the people you loved know that they were

cherished?

treasured?

adored?

When you finally shut your eyes, and drift away lovely chickies, what of your magic will remain?

If I am fortunate enough to leave behind children, grandchildren, great grand children and loved ones, with such beautiful, precious memories. If they are smiling, grateful to have known and loved me, I know that I will shut my eyes happy and at peace.

R.I.P. Mammas you did great!

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BlogSue Muller