Week # 9
Well here it is nine weeks into the semester. Coping with Life and Death. When I originally signed up for this class it was an online version. It was to take place during the winter intercession. I had just lost my grandfather on Christmas afternoon. The weekly assignment was to read a chapter in the book, a typical "textbook," a chapter filled with boring facts. Once the chapter was read you were to submit a 3 page reflection on what you had read. Not my idea of what learning about life and death should be. Discussion. That's the best was to learn about something. Discussion with meaning.
It didn't take me long to realize I made the right decision when I signed up for the Tuesday night class, in Taunton, from 7 o'clock in the evening til 9 o'clock at night. I tried to take earlier classes so I would not be out to late due to the fact that I have to be at work at 6:45 am. Needless to say this class has been truly inspirational. The instructor, Dr. Keith Carreiro, is amazing. He has a way of teaching that makes you really enjoy being there. He talks about life as a gift, success can mean making a difference is just one person's life. Since I started this class I truly try to look at things in a whole new light. Living without regrets. If I were to die today, would I have any regrets? So here goes this week's blog, it is the million dollar question, if you only had one more day, how would you spend it.
This is a tough question and as soon as the topic was discussed I immediately thought of the song by Diamond Rio, One More Day. If you listen to this song it is exactly what everyone wishes for, just one more day with the ones they love. What would my last day look like? I don't know. Surrounded by loved ones. Enjoying every moment with them. The intimate relationship shared with a spouse is absolutely unique. My husband and I have been together longer than we have lived without one another. We often joke about how much we love being in bed together, and if we could we would spend a whole day in bed just enjoying one another. It's often referred to as a wasted day by my husband when there is so much we could get done in just one day. But if it were the last day would it be thought of as a wasted one or a cherished one.
O.K. so seriously my last day. If I knew it was my last would I live it differently than I live every day I live not knowing it would be my last? I think yes, I would spend more time with my family telling them the things I want them to know about me. Perhaps just telling stories of the moments throughout my life that made me who I am. The story of meeting their dad, the day they were born. The happiness I wish for them, that they are Tuesdays with Morrie don't be afraid to touch the ones you love. A lesson everyone could benefit from. Also taken from that book telling people how you feel before they are gone is a notion that makes sense. After a day of enjoying family I would retire to my room and feel a sense of peace knowing that I had made my children feel their importance in my life. I would lay down beside my best friend and loving husband and drift off in his arms. To me that would be the perfect end to a wonderful life.
I know that doesn't sound like the most exciting day to the average person, but to me it sounds absolutely euphoric. I don't need to spend my last day doing heroic things or dare devil stunts. I just want to let my family know how much they mean to me and how loved they are. I believe with all my heart that a person can never be told how much they are loved and cherished. My wish would be that my children lead a life that they are proud of. That to me would mean they are a bona fide success. When I am gone from this earth I want people to smile when they think of me and know that just by knowing the people I grew to know and care about all made a difference in my life.
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