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Jan
2014
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Living intentionally – or trying to

Recently I read a suicide note.

Having seen plenty of movies, I was expecting drama or at least a nice piece of paper. But this was just a torn scrap with a few words jotted down. He was matter-of-fact in his note to my friend, saying that his girls needed money, as did his ex-wife; that he couldn’t take it anymore; that his neighbor had a key. Desperation and depression, fueled by a chemical imbalance after years of drug abuse, resulted in his final act of an overdose.

Except that my friend received his letter in the afternoon, not the evening, as she was off from work for medical reasons. They went to his flat, broke down the door, and found him drugged but living. She wondered if he’d be angry to be found alive. He wasn’t; in fact, he later thanked her for caring – a first for him. He said he had written to her because he didn’t want his body to be found after a week, covered in flies.

This was the same friend who a couple of months earlier had been told by an acquaintance, a doctor, to “get that mark on your face checked out.” He was the second medical friend who noticed it, which propelled her into actually making an appointment with her GP instead of delaying or brushing off the advice. She found out that she had pre-cancerous cells and underwent treatment. A few weeks later, she heard that this young doctor had died on a hiking adventure after falling into a ravine. His potentially life-saving advice to her turned out to be one of his final acts of service on this earth.

Life in all its fullness. A painting by Leo Boucher. Reproduced by permission.

Life in all its fullness. A painting by Leo Boucher. Reproduced by permission.

Two men I’ve never met, and yet they made a profound impact on me. Why? Because I can easily get caught up in projects or tasks, and thus startling stories such as these remind me to value what really is important. For instance, some mornings I wake up early. Sometimes I can fall back to sleep, but usually I admit to myself that I won’t be able to, so I give in and get up. Recently on one such morning, I went into my study to do some writing. But PyelotBoy also woke early and joined me, eager just to sit and spend some time together. I battled internally but stayed with him on the couch, reminding myself to enjoy these sweet moments together.

I wish I could say that morning was a grand success of communion with one whom I love, but throughout our half-hour together I kept thinking of the tasks I could and should be accomplishing. But although I didn’t succeed in shutting down the distracting thoughts that time, at least I stayed rooted to the couch, sitting with my son and chatting together. I didn’t shoo him away or give him some early iPad time to compensate for me wanting to get on with my next thing. Small victories, yes, but worth celebrating.

Life. It’s worth living. Who is sitting on your couch today whom you can be present to and enjoy?

7 Responses

  1. Anne Rogers

    Loved this post. I’ve read several things in the past couple of days about personal priorities and the things which really matter. Clearly this is important for me right now!

  2. Wendy

    I too, see so much value in spending time with my two. We now play a board game in the evenings and place all the phones/iPods and iPads away and just enjoy each other’s company. As they are both at senior school now, my quality time with them is at a premium. I find it also takes us away from the stresses and pressures of modern day living! Time well spent if say Amy!

  3. Wendy, what a great idea to hide all devices so that you can enjoy each others’ company! Those will be treasured memories for all when the kids move on to their next stages of life. Cathy, thanks! And yep, it’s one of my dad’s wonderful paintings. Wish I could more easily have these hanging on my walls!

  4. Two powerful stories, thank you for sharing them. And I also struggle with that tension of ‘must do…!’ with the desire to enjoy my gorgeous boy and make the most of this stage when he does still want to sit and play with me. Thinking of you.

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