Maybe ‘Life’ will never be the same again, but then it takes an event of the magnitude of the loss of one’s Mother to bring about the realization that life never is the same again. We see a pattern where none exists; we assume a continuity that is at odds with the capriciousness of the inevitable.
Every morning when you leave, every night when you go to bed, never forget that the world will be different when you return or awake. Sometimes imperceptibly, other times violently. There is no thing and no one to announce when either will be.
This should cause no fear or angst, but it should cause the expression of love and, when necessary, forgiveness or repentance – immediately. Avoid the self-indulgence of ‘later’. Later often means never, because the opportunity no longer exists.