Released
I just finished a VERY VERY VERY long book and now that I am released from its insidious spell, I may now blog again (as I now have free time).
I have actually composed several very fascinating, erudite, pensive and touching blogs as I lay in bed in the moments before going to sleep. Sorry you missed them, but I am relieved that all of you are not snuggled up in bed with me reading my thoughts.
Requiem
On Thursday of last week my neighbor’s husband died of cancer. She is a good neighbor and watched our house for us and knows our names and the names of our dogs. We’ve watched as in the last year 4 ambulances have flickered late night lights over our yards as first she took a near-death trip and then her husband took three rides, each one keeping him away a little longer until the last when he didn’t come home again.
Ron had cancer. Inoperable lung cancer the first time (probably a product of a lifetime of cigarette smoking) and then, after a few months of remission, bone cancer. The last thing I said to him was, “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” as we took Eowyn and the dogs for a walk and passed by him on his porch the day before his last ambulance ride.
It’s a sad death. Expected yet long hoped against. My neighbor is immersing herself in remodeling jobs to keep her busy. I need to buy her some flowers.
On Saturday of last week, a dear friend from church died. Bill was 72 (he died the day after his birthday) and had been his doctors’ miracle patient for years. Bill and his wife Carole’s ministry at church was greeting. There is not one single person who entered the doors of that church who escaped his loving hugs – even the ones who tried to run away! He was every visitor’s first encounter with the palpable love of God in our church family.
At his funeral, our pastor, with tears running down his cheeks, talked of how he’s sure Bill is at the pearly gates, stubbornly insisting to St. Peter that they be wide open no matter how inclement the weather and regardless of the heating bills. We all laughed because, well, if that’s the way heaven works, that’s definitely what Bill’s been up to this last week.
Bill’s death isn’t as sad as Ron’s. I realized driving back from the wedding on Saturday night that Bill is the first person who I know who has died that I know – KNOW – is in heaven. I’m not sure what this utter certainty means – because we all know utter certainty doesn’t necessarily mean veracity – but it’s there and it’s real.
The Sunday before he died, Joel and Eowyn and I went over to his house to visit him. He normally got sick around this time of year but he hadn’t made it to church for almost 2 months and I knew that was a bad sign. When we got there he didn’t even get out of bed, which was also a bad sign. He was very weak, but still sharp. We had a nice visit (Eowyn, brat that she is, cried at the scary old man) and I’m glad we went at our very last opportunity. He was in the hospital three days later.
The saddest thing about Bill’s death is the difficulties it leaves for his wife Carole. She has early stages of Alzheimer’s that aren’t as early as they were a few years ago. Her short term memory is essentially shot, something I know know know she hates. Her sister died from Alzheimer’s two years ago and I remember helping them interpret MRI findings from Carole’s scan (memory loss due to multiple lacunar infarcts) four years ago when she started noticing irritating little memory lapses. But she can’t live alone. She can’t keep track of her purse, much less run a household.
I hated seeing her cry at Bill’s funeral – which wasn’t a funeral, by the way, it was (truly) a Celebration of Life. Sweet Carole – so lighthearted and fun that she could even laugh with us through her tears. She told us, “Sometimes life just sucks, doesn’t it?” and you know what? She’s absolutely right. It’s making me cry just to think about her. I wish I could just hold her and make it all better, but we don’t get to do that for anyone really, except briefly for our children when they bruise their knees. Even God seems to have to wait until later to fix things like this.
It’s sad how ages sweeps life away. Three years ago another dear friend at church had a stroke just as she arrived on the shores of Alaska to take the cruise she’d waited her whole life to enjoy. Rose moved to an assisted living center and I visited several times and brought her to several of our special evening services, but after a few times she didn’t really want to go. She wasn’t quite the same person anymore and it was too hard to leave her new place of comfort to try and interact with old friends she couldn’t quite see or hear the same way she used to.
But Bill’s fine. I know he’s happy. It’s the rest of us who have to figure things out for Carole and ourselves. It really is strange knowing he’ll never hug me and give me a kiss on my cheek at the doors of the church.
Bill and Carole After Dinner
We had them over for dinner two months ago.
I made lasagna and Eowyn impressed everyone with her newfound ability to walk.
How odd that all that separates us from that moment is time.
So those are my deep thoughts. I’ll let those settle and get back to you with all the frivolous ones soon, I promise!