She died of a lot of things, but she lived a lot, too. She had an accident in her early life – nine months old, hit by a car. I couldn’t protect her. We weren’t sure she would be able to walk or to have bladder and bowel control. All summer I stayed with her, washed her, kept her clean. They were surprised that she was so clean. Why, not, I thought, she’s my baby like any other baby. The day she stood up was a miracle. She had lost half her weight, but she began to eat again. Then she walked. She played. She gained weight. She returned to her playful self.
Her tail never learned to wag, but it bounced all her life. When she died, it was of old injuries and of old age. In human years she was eighty. She lived a lot of life.
She died of a lot of things. Maybe chief among them, other than the ocular melanoma listed as cause of death, was heart’s longing, longing for time with him she never had. He worked so hard, so long. He was good. He was loved, but she missed him.
She poured herself into children and church, gardening, reading, the Herb Society of Nashville, dear women friends. She created spots of beauty wherever she looked. She loved beautiful things.
When it became clear that dying was soon, she told me what to do. Even then she thought of others. “Tell him not to be alone,” she said. “Give the necklace to them – you know how.”
She died of a lot of things – longing, wishing in the mix. She died of more than illness, and she lived a lot of life.
When the time comes to “shuffle off this mortal coil”, may we all be able to know that we have lived a lot of life.
About Susan Hammonds-White, EdD, LPC/MHSP
Communications and relationship specialist, counselor, Imago Relationship Therapist, businesswoman, mother, proud native Nashvillian – in private practice for 30+ years. I have the privilege of helping to mend broken hearts. Contact me at http://www.susanhammondswhite.com.
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