Friday, June 29, 2012

Last Dying Wish is Personal

I read on my Google homepage that the writer Nora Ephron had died and the cause was Leukemia.  The announcement through that avenue saddened me, but I was not surprised to hear it as a news story.  After all, I was not a friend of Ms. Ephron’s so I did not expect to have been privy to the private last days of her life.  I was surprised, however, that there had not been news stories preparing the world for a famous person’s demise.  But, I was even more surprised to learn that not even her closest circle of friends had any idea she was ill, much less close to dying. 

This realization made me remember someone close to me who chose to do the same, to keep her fatal illness to herself, or at least to a very small select few who were given the ultimate badge of trust and kept the secret until the last breath.  I didn't know she was ill, or I would have made every effort to see her before she died, to make sure she knew how much her friendship meant to me.  But, I never got the chance.  I received a phone call telling me she had died.

Then and now I felt that both my friend and Nora Ephron were a bit selfish, not allowing those that love and cherish them the opportunity to say goodbye. 

Then, I realized it is me that is being selfish. 


How dare I presume to know anything about a dying person’s emotions and needs and to have the gall to feel they owe me, or anyone anything at this most private moment in their life.  To reveal this most intimate of intimacies or not is every individual’s prerogative.  It doesn’t make the loss any easier to bear for those of us that are left behind without the chance to come to terms with it, but it is what it is. 

Writing this I realize perhaps I have a deeper reason for having this point of view.  I have the wonderful opportunity to spend several weeks a year with my daughters, grandchildren, and friend, Nancy, when all of us meet in southern California every few months.  I love those times; we laugh, talk, eat, and make memories.  When it is time for us to part; me back to Las Vegas, Nancy to Oregon, the moment of goodbye is hard to face.  Who knows if for some reason this is our last time together?  So, we make sure we all say, “Goodbye.  I love you.  Be safe.

I do not like to have such morbid thoughts about one of us being lost forever, but it is a reality that makes its appearance in my conscience and I have no control over it. 

Another memory resonates profoundly for me, perhaps the seed that started this need to be sure those I love know how much I hold them in my heart.  Years ago I remember my aunt sharing something about my mother - her big sister and by her account, her best friend.  On the night my mother was killed my aunt was present and heard much of the horror unfold, and the event changed her forever.  What she tearfully told me when she had the courage to talk about that night was that her sister Never said good night.” 

My mother never had the chance to say goodbye to those that loved and cherished her and it was the sister (and the children) that have been forever haunted by the lost opportunity.

There is that saying that we should all live each day as if it were our last.  To that I agree but would add that it is just as important to let those in your life know how much they mean to you and not worry so much about “goodbye.”  After all, it’s just a word and actions speak volumes more. 

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Summer Siesta

I have been so busy, but there are moments when my mind gets a moment to rest and when that happens I ask myself what am I forgetting to do? 

Updating my blog is the first thing that comes to mind.  I ask myself, "Isn't there a quick blog I could throw together?" but I am not one to just throw a few words on the page; my blog posts are written when I am inspired and tend to carry meaning beyond just what my day has been like.  Hence, I have several ideas that are crowding in my head but I don't seem to have enough hours in my already full day to devote to writing them down and publishing.

So, to ease my guilty conscience, I am going to say I'm taking the summer off. I wish I could say it is because I'll be laying about on a beach somewhere

but the truth is, I'll be chained to my desk

working on several projects and teaching summer courses online.  Don't get me wrong, I'm loving my work and wouldn't trade it for anything.  My good daughter, Adrian asked me, "When do you think you will slow down?"  My answer is "Not any time soon and not if I can help it." 

This IS my time to produce.  Yes, I'm older, my career could have started 20-30 years ago, but I was raising children then and devoted myself to them.  I am thrilled to have found a second (it's really my third) career that I love, am good at, and have more than I have time to do. 

So, I will beg the patience of those readers that visit my blog often.  Those of you that are here for the first time, perhaps you will take the time to get to know me by reading the posts I've published over the past two years. 

As I've come to realize, writing is my lifeline and I know that I won't be able to resist writing a post for the next three months; when I am inspired by a topic or an emotion, or a good story resurfaces, I will take the time to post it.  It won't be until the end of summer, however, that I will get back to my weekly posts. 

I wish it were me on the beach like my kids here.  I will be making a few trips to California, though and maybe I will just have to set aside work for a day at the beach and let them bury me in the sand.


Have a great, happy, and safe summer Everyone!