There’s more to this world
than what we know,
a vastness veiled beyond
the farthest of our reaches

Much more. In our physical human forms, we are able to sense only a small fraction of it.

The minutes we’ve missed,
they drag on, heavy as regret,
but the days—they sprint,
slipping through our fingers.

I agree.

I wish that I would spent more time with my mother, and I also wish that I would have been more kind with her, more helpful with her. She loved us (my brother and me) very much. She did everything for us.

She passed away on 2017.12.17 because of brain tumor (cancer). She was 64 years old. She was born on 1953.10.22.

Probably I already mentioned this a few months ago. I very much miss her.