I’ve Lived a Good Life
Nearly seven years ago, my aunt spoke those words from a hospital bed, surrounded by her husband, my wife, and me.
What started as breast cancer had spread nearly everywhere in her body and a woman I loved more than words can paint had accepted reality while this nephew still foolishly held out for a miracle. She was looking forward to relief from her pain, and though I wanted nothing more for her than that, I selfishly wanted her to stay with us.
Now I see my parents aging and dealing with their own health issues. Recovery from my own injuries doesn’t come quickly anymore. My son is able to reach items on the counter that he could barely see six months ago.
As the years add up, I’ve become more aware of time’s passing and how quickly the present slips from our grasp.
When the inevitable comes for me, I want to be as confident and accepting as my aunt. I want to say, “I’ve lived a good life.”
I want you to be able to say it as well.
It’s never too late to help others, to repair old wounds, and to evaluate where you are in achieving your goals. Strip away the excuses. Realize that we’re never here as long as we think we are. Keeping trying to find a way to make the impossible possible.
Believe me, I get how easy it is to put things aside (just go through the sporadic archives of this blog for a shining example). Time heals all wounds, and with it, strips away the urgency. But try to remember that same time is going to pass whether you’re paying attention or not. Don’t forfeit your gift to say how it does so.