I can remember reading a book, ‘The Denial of Death’, during
my philosophy degree time. It brought to the forefront the difficulty of most
of us to admit to our own mortality and those around us. It isn’t until we
loose a grandparent or a beloved pet that we are forced to consider the fact
that we aren’t immortal. Yet, the focus of the book was that we live in a death
denial culture where we go out of our way to make death look and sound as if it
didn’t happen and isn’t really bad. The challenge is how are you or I going to
face our own mortality?
I have struggled over the last 10 years of my life with the
way that both of my parents died. I know that the wish of most is that we would
either die in our sleep or go out in a blaze of glory doing something
incredible. Yet, the headlines on the Internet, over the last few days, have
been about the tragic death of an amazing actor who died with a needle in his
arm. The clear question of why has to be in your mind. I have watched many die
literally of old age where there really isn’t anything clinically wrong with
them but they just stop wanting to live. I have an incredible story of my Aunt
Alice who lived to almost 107. She is the oldest person in her cemetery. Al was
a huge part of my life because she was always there and never seemed to change
a whole lot over the years.
I have some close friends who are facing the onslaught of
either cancer or dementia with their family. There isn’t any easy way to live
as you consider whether to do chemo or radiation or nothing? My wife has worked
over the last year in a palliative care unit in a hospital that has taught her
much about the need to face up to what is actually happening in a person’s
life. It is so easy to be selfish in times like this and not consider the
individual’s quality of life. I have vivid memories of my mom’s decade long
battle with cancer. She was an amazing example of someone who faced death with
no fear. She was capable of experiencing huge amounts of pain without
complaining. I watched her literally waste away over a couple year period of
time. I believe that she hung on until she knew that my dad was going to be ok
without her.
I watched my dad over a period of three years go from being
able to function, carry on normal conversations and do life to someone that
needed to be helped with everything. I was so fortunate to be with him during
his last few months of life. He was so positive and cheerful about little
things that wouldn’t matter to most but made my life rich and full of memories.
He too came to a point where I believe he was ready to let go of this life for
a better life. His last words to me will be embedded in my memory until my
death. He and my mom have been my inspiration when it comes to facing tough
times in life. It is so easy to shut down and not say anything. I have been
guilty of this when I was hurting from my parent’s deaths.
We were recently at a 90th birthday celebration
of our kid’s grandma. Mary has been a huge part of our lives. We all know that
Mary and her sister Betty, who is 96, won’t be with us that much longer. Yet, I
was so thrilled that all of us could be there with Mary and surprise her. The
best gift she could experience on her special day was to be with her family and
special friends. The great opportunity for all of us is to choose to
communicate with her and help her see how much we appreciate her life and love
for all of us. Yes, there will be a day when we will gather again to celebrate
her life and say thanks but it was so much better to do that with her.
I will watch my wife over the next couple of years face the
death of her parents. I have said many times it is so easy to talk about
something until you actually experience it and then face the reality of real
heartache and pain. I don’t wish this upon anyone yet it is best to be prepared
and think through how you are going to approach the unthinkable topic. The
beauty of life is that it does have a progression and path that is clear
whether we accept it or not. I enjoy my old age as I mentor and help my teens,
college students and grandmas in my neighborhood.
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