What Matters

What really matters? The last face I see at night and the first one I wake up to in the morning is my mother's. I have a few pictures of her on my night stand, smiling and dancing. I look at her face and want to tell her what she is missing. That is when I realize that other than the love of her family, she is missing nothing. That has become more apparent in the past few months. People that went to the gym religiously are surviving without it. The same goes for movies, restaurants and hair salons. We can learn how to adapt to "things" missing, but can we ever adapt to people missing?