She was young, mid-thirties. So is he. She was only sick for a short time and terminal only for days. The shock was mind numbing and the phone call left me sobbing then and there and off and on throughout the day. "Dead," I kept saying to my husband. That was all I could say as if saying it would help the permanence of it settle in.
All day today, my husband's tender kisses turned tearful as we tried to imagine the pain our friend is feeling. Perhaps the thought of how it must feel will keep us from arguing any pettiness or burdening ourselves with the mundane or fretting over the details of daily life - at least for a while.
This summer I spent a great deal of time with my mom who is 81 years old and who lost her husband of 52 years just a few years ago. She had many lessons to offer as she reflected on life both as an old woman and as a widow. Be nicer. Don't create arguments. Don't burn bridges. Work less. Take more vacations - individually, together, with friends, and as a family. Let things go if next week they won't really matter. And most importantly she stressed that a missed opportunity is just that. When dealing with spouses or families or road trips or snuggles. Forget the minutaea and revel in each other and seize the opportunities we are granted to spend time with those we love. We don't know what tomorrow will bring.
If we could hold these lessons in our hearts and minds and realize that life is truly fleeting, that our stay here is short and that our time as individuals and as a family is entirely what we make it, then life will be much better than it would be if we forget.
posted by Homeschool Dropout @ 6:47 PM