Every once in awhile life asserts itself to let us know that we are not really owners of our mortal lives. Rather we are merely leasing our time on earth.
My brother-in-law, my friend, Noel, passed away two days ago after a three day affliction where his body simply started to shut down. Having suffered with muscular dystrophy for the past 8 years his actual passing had to offer him intense relief, even though that is not what caused his death.
Noel is one of those rare individuals blessed with unending compassion, kindness and love. His was the gift of acceptance: of accepting others where they were, but leaving them elevated to a new place of hope and possibility.
Times like these snap our attention to those things that matter most; the pettiness that the majority of our waking hours are concerned with slip temporarily away as we ponder our own mortality.
In the midst of the goings and comings of the past couple days – the normal busyness that characterizes our current life – Jana and I found a moment to sit on the couch together for a few minutes last night. We sat huddled at one end taking up occupancy to only 2 1/2' of our 6' couch. Without looking up she quietly said, "Don't die."
Though we don't know the allotted days of our mortal probation we do have a choice over the quality, if not the quantity, of our lives. The key seems to be the realization that we don't have much control over the things that act upon us. But we have absolute control over how we respond to them.
Far too many people will die this year ... long before their bodies expire. They will die to adventure, to improvement, to learning, to serving, to contributing, to laughing, to dancing, to giving, to love. And the truly sad thing is that many of these deaths will be suicides. In Jana's quiet plea, "Don't die", she was sounding from the oceans-deep floor of her soul her most loving thing. She was saying, "Let's continue laughing, learning, singing, dancing, serving, giving, living and loving for a very long time.
I promise her I will continue living every day. I promise I will not die before my body expires. I promise I will not die at all but will continue laughing, learning, singing, dancing, serving, giving, living and loving long after my body has been discarded for not keeping up with my spirit. I promise I will continue living and loving her eternally.
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IF YOU WOULD, PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO COMMENT ON ONE OF THE LOVING THINGS, SMALL OR GRAND, THAT YOU HAVE RECEIVED FROM SOMEONE IMPORTANT TO YOU.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
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So beautifully expressed, Kevin.
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