cur-mud-geon:
anyone who hates hypocrisy and pretense and has the temerity to say so; anyone with the habit of pointing out unpleasant facts in an engaging and humorous manner
Most all of us are so busy that we’ve trouble fitting everything into our schedules day-to-day. That seems the case whether we’ve young families or beyond, whether we’re young or not-so-young.
Given my friend John’s situation, I have found myself reflecting on his amazing strength and asking myself just how I would, or will, handle the last few days or weeks of my life if I’m given that opportunity...yes...opportunity!
There seem to be some things more obvious than others on that “to do” list, but that is from my perspective given how intensely personal I imagine those days must be.
I have a strong faith but I’d be talking with my God a lot more than I had before. I am blessed with a loving wife and family but I’d be telling them of my love a lot more than I had before.
I’ve not knowingly or maliciously wronged anyone of which I am aware, but I’d be thinking a lot more about the amends needing to be made than I did before. I’d be seeking a last visit or conversation with special friends.
The wonderful events of my life would certainly occupy my mind. Favorite places and favorite foods would probably enter into the process.
The simple things in life would take on new meaning, I suspect…
…the sounds of children laughing and playing, the birds chirping, the flowers blooming, the clouds drifting in a beautiful blue sky, the ripples on water, the sound of dogs barking, the smell after a rain and especially after lightening has seemingly refreshed the air, the feel of dirt in my hands and grass under bare feet…all would be more important.
Would I find myself wondering about past disappointments? Would I be thinking of people whom I should’ve forgiven for real or perceived transgressions? Would I reach out to those and be truthful or would I keep those thoughts to myself?
Would I still be me or would I feel the need to change in my final few days?
Life’s lessons sometimes seemingly come too late or with too high a price tag.
Having been reminded of all these thoughts by spending time with John, maybe…just maybe…I’ll get on with these needs today and tomorrow and each day after… before my time is gone. Not everyone is given the opportunity that my friend has been given.
What would you do if?
