“Let us hurry to love people. They depart so quickly.” – Jan Twardowski  

It’s a fundamental truth that our closest may not be around tomorrow or even in a few hours and that there is nothing we can do about it – events may occur which we can have absolutely no influence over, no matter how much we try and play God. A car accident; a mugging; a murder. And when we find out, it’s too late and we’re helpless to do anything. We often take their lives for granted even though we know we shouldn’t – we say things in anger, things that cannot be taken back and we don’t apologise because pride is more important than family. I believe this is a lesson we are slowly forgetting, and I wished to demonstrate its effects. Margaret finds that her mother has come back into her life after years of absence and is constantly trying to apologise for something.  

Going through her day, we notice that she places work above her family, with her father deceased and barely any contact with her mother. As she slowly becomes aware of what her mother is trying to tell her, it is at this very moment of her epiphany that she realises she’s too late. The very image that has been following her around all day was a ghost, a fragment of her memory.  

Her mother is not there. Her father is gone. She’s all alone and while we can sit back, breathe a sigh of relief and think about how we would feel in such a situation, for her it is reality.  

And there’s nothing she can do. 


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