Sunday, November 30, 2014

Quote for Today

Lisa Parker Art


Men go forth to wonder at the heights of mountains,
 
the huge waves of the sea, the broad flow of the rivers,
 
the vast compass of the ocean, the courses of the stars;
 
and they pass by themselves without wondering.
 
 
St. Augustine, Confessions,
 
Book X. chapter 8
 
 
 

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Dinner Date

 
Loneliness by Artist Ewa Gawlik
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you."
 The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who had been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my 3 children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
 That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
 "What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
 "I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."
 She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."
 That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an Angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."
 We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
 During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation — nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
 "How was your dinner date?" Asked my wife when I got home.
 "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
 A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place where mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless I paid for two plates — one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me."
 "I love you, son."
 At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I love you," and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."
Original author:  Farrell, David
"That 'Other Woman' in My Life."
Reader's Digest _ October 1995
(pp. 159 - 160).

Friday, November 21, 2014

Angel of Grief


Angel of Grief at Stanford University
 
 I recently finished a book by Sherwin B. Nuland that I highly recommend.
 
His book addresses the contemporary issues in end-of-life care
 
in such an eloquent way, I wanted to share some of his thoughts with you. 
 
The National Bestseller is entitled,  How We Die ...Reflections on Life's Final Chapter.
 
Sherwin B. Nuland, MD,  was Clinical Professor of Surgery at Yale University,
 
until his retirement in 2009.
 
The following is an excerpt found in the Epilogue of Dr. Nuland's book:
 
"And so, if the classic image of dying with dignity must be
 
modified or even discarded, what is to be salvaged of our
 
hope for the final memories we leave to those who love us?
 
The dignity that we seek in dying must be found in the dignity
 
with which we have lived our lives.  Ars moriendi is ars vivendi
 
The art of dying is the art of living.  The honesty and grace
 
 of the years of life that are ending is the real measure of how
 
we die.  It is not in the last weeks or days that we compose the
 
message that will be remembered, but in all the decades that
 
preceded them.  Who has lived in dignity, dies in dignity.  William
 
Cullen Bryant was only twenty-seven years old when he added a final
 
section to his contemplation on death, "Thanatopsis, " but he
 
 already understood, as poets often do:

'So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.' "