Got up earlier than usual this morning, but with coffee in hand, I’m ready for the day. And then I remembered a text I received about 10:00 last night.
It was from a dear friend who wrote to tell me that she has been battling cancer – and it’s coming to an end. She will be in hospice care soon and wanted to say some things to me before she wasn’t able. My heart sank for her as well as for her husband, who is understandably devastated.
I am in the final year of my sixth decade, and fortunately, I’m healthy. That doesn’t stop me from thinking about all my friends at my age dying around me.
If I died today, I would want my wife to know certain things about how I feel and how much she meant to me over the years. Coincidentally, I wrote this in my journal a few days ago:
I died last night.
It is no longer light and no longer dark
I am in a place where I can no longer see you
Or hear you, or feel you, or speak to you
I am at peace… no thoughts… no pain… no worries…
I am no longer afraid of dying
I can no longer talk
To tell you my thoughts and quirky ideas
That run through my wacky brain
To tell you how proud I am of you
That I loved you more each day I existed
I can no longer hear
Your soothing whispers
Or how your day was fantastic
Or very challenging
Your joyous laugh
Your cries in sadness
Or how something inspired you today
Or how you feel about family matters
I can no longer smell
Your hugs
From the oils you rubbed into your neck
Before you went off to work
That lingered with me for hours
The incense you burned while writing in your journal
Your hair when you caress me in bed
I can no longer feel
Your hand in mine as we walk along
The beach or city streets
Your feet as I rub them after a long day
While we watch tv, and talk
Your cold body in bed while snuggling
To get warm, then too hot again
Your face next to mine as we gently kiss
I can no longer travel the world
With you by my side
I hope that I did enough to make good memories
Of our adventures and journeys
Throughout the world
I hope that my love for you showed
Through the happiness that I felt
From you
I hope that I told you enough
That I love you
More than anything
My life with you was precious
I hope they were for you, too,
My love
What made you think about your death…your dying?