I think a lot about death.
I don’t really have a baseline to compare it to so I am not really sure
if I think about it more or less than the next guy, but I do think about it
none the less.
'Not while I am reading, Barbara.' |
Now I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression, it is
not like I am secretly one of those Goth people that go around glorifying death
and writing crazy poems welcoming it, but I do not ignore the reality of it
either. Let’s put aside any religious views
we have about what happens to us after we die.
The fact of the matter is there is no undeniable evidence (and I don’t
believe there ever will be – but that is the discussion for another day) that
indicates what happens after we die. Any
theory we have about that is just that – a theory. It is faith, not that there is anything wrong
with faith, and nothing more.
'I told you my name is Drakkar Noir! Jimmy is dead!' |
But the only thing we truly know is that there will come a
day when we no longer exist in the only level of existence that we have
physically experienced . . . sometimes that realization hits me like a ton of
bricks. At times it is almost debilitating.
One day I am going to die.
One day everyone I know will die.
It is inevitable. I don’t think
it is a bad thing to think about once and awhile. In fact, I think it has helped me live in the
moment more and given me the opportunity to appreciate the people around me
more.
When I was in fourth grade a few kids from another class
were playing on a ouija board during lunch. That game was not supposed to be on
campus so I reported it to a teacher and the game was taken away from
them. Needless to say they were not
happy with me and told me they were going to summon an evil spirit to kill
me. I was terrified that someone along
the likes of Bloody Mary was going to get me after that and spent the rest of
the year worried I would not live to see fifth grade.
'Does Bobby like me? Check yes or no.' |
When I was younger I felt a connection (and sometimes I
still do) with an uncle that had died before I was born. I ended up inheriting his coin collection and
his bible and I started to believe that other people thought so too. He was killed by a drunk driver while he was
in college. For the longest time I was
sure that I would not live to graduate college either.
The first couple of times I had that thought that I was
going to die I really couldn’t get past it, but then as those thoughts started
to come more frequently I started imagining the impact it would have on the
people around me.
‘What would my funeral be like? Should I be cremated or embalmed? I should make a playlist for my funeral. It should only have happy songs that remind
everyone of the better times with me.
Scratch that, the moment of silence will play Song for Rich, by MichaelW Smith, then nothing but happy songs.
It should probably have an open bar.
I need to make sure everyone knows how much having them in
my life meant to me. I should make a video where I thank each person
individually for the unique trait they exhibited in their life that I used as
an example to emulate in the effort to be a better version of me. But what if they die before I die? Then I will just have to speak at their
funeral and say what I said on that video.’
Then a year went by, and another, and another and a funny
thing happened . . . I didn’t die. I
survived Y2K and other apocalypses completely intact. I started to see a flaw
in my thought process – it took me or the other person dying before I would let
them know how grateful I was to have had the time we had shared. I can take it on faith that this person will
hear my words and know what they meant to me, but wouldn’t it be better to tell
them these things while we both exist in a life that requires no faith.
Guess I shouldn't have partied like it was 1999 |
So that is what I decided to do. Last Christmas I started writing letters to
the people in my life, expressing my thanks for the good things they have
brought to my life and the role they have had in making me a better
person.
The problem was the level of effort I want for each letter
and the sheer volume of people that I wish to write such a letter to is quite
daunting and I was mentally exhausted after just a handful of them. However I will continue to do a handful of
letters at a time and have decided that I will just have to go on living to a
ripe old age in order to accomplish this task in full.
But no one knows what tomorrow will bring and my fear is that
I will not be able to write all the letters that I wish to write by the time it
is all said and done. So this blog is my
safety net. If you are reading this and
have not received such a letter from me, please know that it is coming. And if time is not as kind to me as I would
hope, please know this today: I am
grateful for every single person that has come into my life. In one way or another, you all have exhibited a
quality or trait that makes you a beautiful person and the people around you
are better off because of that quality or trait. I am better off because of that quality or
trait. I hope each and everyone reading
this realizes that. Thank you.
Until next we meet.