For the longest time when Jack was sick I didn’t want to tell anyone… mostly because he never wanted anyone to see him as anything but who he was. He didn’t want to be defined or treated differently because he had cancer. I respected his wishes… it was his life. In his last few weeks he agreed to see people… because he knew they needed to see him and say their “good byes.” There was never anything easy about this time for those who came to visit but it meant so much to him that they did come. He couldn’t speak much in the end but as his wife I could tell that these visits helped him realize that he made a difference in this lifetime… and he did.
This week I received and e-mail telling me that an old friend just found out he has terminal cancer. Though I hadn’t spoken with him in 16 years I dialed his number and was overwhelmed to hear his voice again. Coming through all I’ve been through these last few years I wanted to tell him that I was sorry for what he and his family were and would be going through. He didn’t know about Jack and maybe knowing that helped him to understand why I reached out to him. In the years we knew each other he was a trusted friend and a larger than life inspiration who I respected and admired. I never told him that… but I needed to (for me) and I wanted him to know.
It’s hard to know what to say at times like these. If you speak from your heart you will always say the right thing. Jack didn’t need anyone to feel sorry for him and I’ve never wanted anyone to pity me for losing him. But knowing someone cares always, always helps.
There are three people in my life who by knowing them have made me a better person… and inspired me to be more than I am at this moment. One has died, one is dying and one has no idea.
Say something. Tell the people who have meant or mean something to you that you care… before you can’t.
With love,
Cheryl
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m at a certain point in my life and it’s just the way the Universe works or if it’s just a coincidence but I feel that I am surrounded by many who are going through the process of losing a parent, a sibling or a spouse. In the past few months, I have passed on my condolences to many, by quoting a man who I only know via email, “Their absence has now become their presence.” The first time I read this, I was so moved because it totally hit home for me. My parents pass away 10 years ago and yet, there are still many moments in every day where I find myself spending time with them.
It is “Starting to Look a Lot Like Christmas,”…or Hanukkah…or Kwanzaa…or…” for much of Western Civilization. That can mean a rise in the level of joy and happiness, and it can also mean a rise in the level of anxiety. So let’s see if we can diffuse a few of those thoughts in advance of them catching you off guard.
… but by learning to choose which people you let get close.
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