(JaiChai) What will You Say on Your Deathbed? (2023 ed.)
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From the author:
This true story is about one of life's most traumatic events: the death of a parent; in this particular case, my father.
Every two or three years, around the anniversary of my father's death, I reread this story. And after adding relevant, new insights or thoughts, I post the revised edition.
I aim to rinse and repeat this ritual until such time that I'm unable to do so - or on my way, I hope, to see my Dad again.
In a few days, on January 31, 2023, I'll be turning 60 years young. (Didn't you know? Sixty is the new Thirty. Lol!).
Save for the added white hairs and the pre-workout stretching becoming a necessity instead of a nuisance, I still think, feel and behave the same as I did when I retired 20 years ago.
The only thing worth mentioning for this year's edition is the dramatic change in my perception of time. Simply put, it truly feels like the older I get, the faster the years fly by.
To me, it was just yesterday that I was a chronically fatigued, single father with only one mission in life: Care for my baby daughter.
That younger version of me was obstinate, stubborn and trusted no one; choosing to complete his mission "en solo totale" (entirely by himself).
With a blink of an eye, it's suddenly 2023. I feel the same, like nothing has really changed.
But along with the mirror, my 19 y/o daughter vehemently beg to differ!
"Nuff' said.
It's time to move on.
I appreciate you sticking with me this far.
Hope you enjoy the story. - JaiChai
"What will You Say on Your Deathbed?"
During the last few days of my father's life, I painfully witnessed how the fight between him and the Non-Hodgkin's lymphoma was coming to an end - the victor being the cancer.
I sat beside his hospital bed and listened to the last few utterances from my father's lips until he breathed his last breath on this plane of existence. He died with an angelic smile on his face; knowing that I would always remember his last thoughts, feelings and hopeful legacies left to his loved ones.
"Son, I appreciate you making that miserable journey with my granddaughter all the way from Asia to this little Florida retirement community (Port Charlotte)."
"But there was something I never told you before. I guess I took it for granted that you already knew all these years. But just in case you don't, here goes. Better late than never, no?"
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"I am so proud of the man you have become and I envy how you've lived your life. You were born on my 30th birthday and I've loved you ever since."
Can you fathom the impact that statement would have on me, you or any adult son or daughter?
It was the greatest gift he could have ever given me.
Imagine this:
I was always considered the black sheep of the family; the prodigal son. And my father's life philosophy and achievements were the antithesis of mine.
When I finally got my composure back, I asked, "Dad. Come on. You have done so much for so many - without asking for anything in return."
"You were first a priest. I was never a religious man. You were a healer of illnesses, mender of torn lives and a wise mentor to your students. I was a soldier and destroyer of beautiful things and innocent people's livelihoods. How the Hell can you envy my life?"
"Easy for me. I watched as you always had the courage and tenacity to do whatever you believed was right and followed through until it was completely done - no matter the consequences. True integrity, indeed..." he replied, obviously exhausted from the effort to breathe and speak simultaneously.
Taking a few shallow breaths, he continued on and said, "And I can not imagine doing the things you have done and seen the things you've seen and still turn out as kind as you are now," he said - by now, struggling for breath to complete full sentences.
Finally, he said, "Please take care of everyone in our family who can't or won't accept reality. And tell them not to worry, I'll love them forever."
Then, with my right hand holding the back of his head and my left hand on his heart, everything went still and the EKG went flat-line.
I can still remember the hospital staff lifting the shell of my father's body onto a gurney and clearing away all the monitoring equipment. The hospital bed looked SO EMPTY.
Then, outside of the eye or earshot of my relatives down the hall, I finally released all the tears I'd so bravely suppressed during this whole ordeal.
The late Dr. Stephen Covey stated, "Nobody on their deathbed wishes they spent more time at the office." I wish I'd read that when I was a young man; so focused on my career that I allowed three marriages to crumble and end up in divorce.
Mark Twain's depiction of a person witnessing their own funeral makes me wonder what mine would look like.
Would anyone show up? Would anyone say some kind things about me?
Or would the scene look more like something out of "A Christmas Carol"?
If we live long enough, we all go through the Four "L's" - Live, Love, Learn, and leave a Legacy (again, attributed to Dr. Covey).
Stated differently, we all need to find the means to survive, then seek personal connections, gain some wisdom, and strive to be remembered through our deeds, accomplishments and surviving family members and friends.
I struggle to think of what my dying words could or should be to my son and daughters.
What will you say on your deathbed?
Submitted for you to ponder in a quiet place.
May you and yours be well and loving life today.
In Lak'ech, JaiChai
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To be honest I don't know what I would say. I guess it depends on how I feel and if, who, is around.
Can be it is: leave me alone.
I don't like to be in pain surrounded by people watching me.
I said goodbye to my grandmother before she died but wasn't present as she did. We spoke about what was on her mind and I asked her if she wanted to do, say something or see someone. She said no. Everything was already said.
If it comes to that I feel the same. I tell my children what I think, believe, support them. They know if I die it's not their fault and I want them to make the best out of it (they know what to do, where the money is).
I raised 5 children as a single mom next to a fulltime job.
I agree the older you get the faster time flies by. Now I came to the moment I regret sacrificing my life, working that much instead of building a life of my own. The youngest two will leave within 5 years too.
I do not quiet understand what your father envied you for. A single parents acts, there's no room for thinking twice. It's swimming or drowning. It sounds to me you did a great job raising your daughter but what about you?
It was nice reading/meeting you.
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This has got to be one of the best comments I have ever received, especially when most don't bother at all. Thanks.
As for me? I am happy and doing all the things I couldn't when I was young and always busy preparing for the next job/mission.
In Lak'ech, JaiChai
I am always busy too, never a bored moment but today I still can't do what I like/want and if it doesn't feel the same since I am different today.
People are lazy if it comes to reading each other. I might not always comment (there was a time I was in the top 3 of the commenters here) but I will read you and all my upvotes are done by hand.
Keep writing. Sooner or later someone will read it.
Blessings to you.
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