It’s been a week.
Ups, downs and all arounds.
Throughout all of it, I realized two things; I’m getting old, and I’m getting better at the important things.
This week a childhood pal’s hubby died, and a school chum of mine died as well. They were both in their early 40’s. Before you start sending condolences, I want to be clear; neither of these two men were part of my every-day life. My memories of them are frozen in the past somewhere among forgotten first dates, moonlit teenage-trists on the beach, and making out to Bryan Adams songs. They were pee-your-pants funny, and the kind of people you were happy to spend time with.
I’m a funeral director, so I’m not a stranger to death. But no one is immune to the rattle of mortality when she crosses your path all jangley-chained and staring you in the face with her gaunt eyes . The death of these two vibrant men was a reminder of how fast joy and enthusiasm can get lost in adulthood.
The takeaway message is clear: enjoy it while you can. Be grateful for what you have, love the people you love without shame and with wild abandon. Responsibility can include silliness.
Like I mentioned earlier, these things also made me realize that I’m getting better at the important stuff.
The best part of my week, besides my own lovely kid at home, was a conversation that I had with a four-year-old-boy at the funeral home where I work. We discussed the benefits and drawbacks of the differnt flavours of birthday cake .We also decided that absolutely nobody is ever too old to order a Happy Meal at McDonalds because the toys are awesome sometimes. And, at the ripe old age of almost-five, Henry decided that although he thought my hair was pretty, he would take my advise and stay away from drinking soda. That’s the reason I gave him that my hair was so curly (after all, it was the fizz from soda that bubbled all the way up from my stomach and into my head that made it that way). Henry stuck to cranberry juice.
I also dragged my middle-aged-not-a-morning-person-butt out of bed to go to an event that was very important to a beautiful woman whom I work with. She unveiled a painting that she had been working on for a year, and let me tell you, the joy she experienced today was contagious. Life gets better the more we love other people and the more we listen to our intuition.
Friday night dinner was hosted casually without fuss, with new and old friends around the table. Not once did I wonder if it was all good enough – I relaxed and felt the overwhelming fullness of spirit we are all capable of when we let go of ego and just become present.
The takeaway message is clear: enjoy it while you can. Be grateful for what you have, love the people you love without shame and with wild abandon. Responsibility can include silliness. Take time to have conversations about life with four-year-olds. They’ve got this living-life thing all figured out.