Tell Them. Today

 

 

In the past month, I’ve been in touch with three females aged eighty and above who have always inspired me. I’ve admired them and strived to be like them, should I live as long as they have, because despite their age, or maybe because of it, they have always lived each day fully and dynamically, and by putting so much good out into our world.

However, in our recent conversations, under the cloud of corona virus quarantine, all three seem “off their game,” for lack of any other way to express it. Though all three are as healthy as ever, they all mentioned their own ‘approaching’ death.

Listen, let’s face it, we know we’re finite creatures. We know that the clock is ticking down for all of us, but for some of us at an advanced age, it’s…hmm…reasonable, I suppose is the word, to think about it approaching sooner rather than later. I guess that when people are alone and older, when they’re not able to participate in their usual activities (and in the case of these three women, they’ve always put more in one day than I do in one week) there’s a lot of time to think. That can be a good thing for some of us, but for others it can lead to dark thoughts and depression. Also true for some young people, but it’s especially true for someone in the later years of her life, who may or may not be as active on social media, who might not have friends in the vicinity they can ring up…you get the idea.

Unfortunately, they’re right, you know, to be thinking about it. A delivery of groceries could bring this virus right to them. Or to someone they love whom they haven’t seen in a while, such as…well, such as you.

So, call, is what I’m saying. Not a text, a phone call. Say what you’ve always wanted to say.

I did. I thanked all three of these amazing women during the course of our conversations. I wanted them to know what their being in my life has done for me. No matter how well we try to live our lives, how hard we strive to be our best, we all have our doubts, we all believe we could do more, or better. When we’re eighty or ninety, I think it would be nice to hear from someone we care about, “Hey, thanks. You’ve done a damn good job.”

Don’t wait until they’re not here anymore to tell everyone else what they meant to you. Tell them, while they’re still with you to hear it and enjoy it. Today.

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