Thursday, October 16, 2008

The beginning of the end

"Life isn't fair". I've heard it my whole life. "You're given what you can handle". I've heard that one way too many times.

Today I received news about a man I barely knew. He was the man who fell near my pool this Summer. (see earlier post). He and I only talked for about 20 minutes or so. But in the last 3 months, he's been on my mind, a lot. He fell in June and went to the hospital... what we thought may have been symptoms of a stroke, was an inoperable brain tumor. I knew he was in the hospital this whole time. I wanted to write him a card or letter. But how to you say "I'm the one who called 911 for you" or "You really don't know me, but I've been thinking of you"?

After all this time, he never went home – until this weekend. He died in his sleep at hospice, on Sunday.

I never called or wrote him a card or letter. I don't know if it would have made a difference. Would he have liked to have gotten a card from me? Or would it make him remember the day he fell – the beginning of his end? I did, however, pray for him often. I'd remember him on my way to work, when I say my prayers. I'd think of him as I passed by his empty condo. And I thought of him this Tuesday night, when I saw the pool.

Some people are dealt a dumpy hand and life is not fair. Lesson learned is to live as if today is the beginning of your end.

1 comment:

Maureen N said...

I like that lesson.