When faced with our frailty and even mortality, it’s funny but not ‘ha ha’ funny, how we suddenly reassess our priorities. Our all-important project now seem insignificant. Paling in comparison to the boulder of uncertainty that now impedes us. Just last week you told your wife that there’s no way you could get the day off work so both of you could celebrate your wedding anniversary. Too much on your desk that needed your attention. Now today as you watch her gasp for breath in a hospital bed, there you are, away from work. Vowing not to leave without her. Work could wait.
I know, it’s funny the way we could juggle our lives and put things in perspective once we come face to face with a life-changing moment, not only in our own lives but the lives of our loved ones. I took my soul-mate to the hospital at 3am Monday morning as she was having asthma-like complications. As I looked at her, huffing and puffing her way to the car, my life, past, present and future flashed before my eyes. The ‘what ifs’ were overwhelming. I knew she was going to be ok, but still, what if?
One of my many blessings I bragged about was that I had both of my grandmothers alive and over 100 years old. In fact, I had never had a death of anyone that was close to me since I was a little boy, and that was my 103 year-old great-grandmother, who I didn’t even live with. Last month, the younger of my grandmother passed. Today, her son, who is my dad, lies fighting for his life in a London hospital. His prognosis looks bleak.
What does this all mean? Perhaps nothing. Just another page in the book of life to some. To others, it’s an eye-opener. A time to look at what’s important and how much value to assign to them. Unfortunately, many of us are too busy to notice until we are facing our own mortality.