May We All Die So Well

Everyone liked him. Though his later years (the only ones in which I knew him) took away his ability to do most things, and though he was in great pain every day, it was easy to see the mischief in his eyes. The subtle humor was still there, coming out of a man who was weak, in pain, dying.

She lived for him. She was always telling me of his pain, frustrated with the fact that he didna??t tell me enough. She was anxious about each complaint of his, wondering if this was the one that would take him away from her. Many of her problems were driven by this anxiety and fears, and she spent many hours in my office giving witness to them through her tears.

As his health failed, I wondered about her future.??He was the center of her life, the source of her energy, joy, purpose. How could she manage life without him? How could she, who had so much lived off of the care of this wonderful man, find meaning and purpose in a life without his calming presence?

Then he died.

I saw her in the office recently, and was amazed at the look in her eyes. It wasna??t the empty, lonely look I was expecting. It wasna??t the worried, helpless look that I had seen so many times. It was peaceful, content.

a??You look good,a?? I said, wondering at what I saw.

a??I miss him a lot,a?? she said — something that really didna??t need saying.

a??You looka?|content, much better than I expected,a?? I responded.

a??I feel content. I miss him so terribly, but I am so blessed that I could be with him when he died.a??

When his health failed, I called hospice to take away much of the worry and fear.??I wasna??t sure how well shea??d accept that help, but she did, and his death came fairly rapidly.

a??He died in my arms,a?? she continued. “For the last two hours of his life, he just lay in my arms. He didna??t say anything to me, but I am sure he knew. I just held him.a??

a??Ia??m glad you could do that. I want people to die with their loved ones around them. Ita??s a sacred thing, something very intimate.a??

a??Yes, it is,a?? she said, looking up at me and smiling. “All of those years we spent together, and I got to be with him until the very end. He was mine, and I took care of him. Now when I think about how he died, I get meaning and purpose.a??

I thought about this as she left the office.??Ia??ve seen many people die, and have helped many through the grieving process. I have witnessed the loneliness, the pain, the loss, and have done what I can to comfort.??But this woman took comfort in something unexpected: She took comfort in her husbanda??s death. The story ended up in such a fulfilling way that the pain of loss was eclipsed by the joy of a life with her husband.??The way he died made all of the love and all of the shared life close in a way that wasna??t tragic, it was climactic.

That is what it is to die well. Death is inevitable, but it is almost always seen as tragic. Yet his death was a culmination of all his life had been. His memorial service, she told me, was filled with people telling of his wonderful demeanor, his wry humor, and his caring heart. So to her, the story ended up in a most satisfying way.??The intensity of the loss only serves to emphasize the glory of the life.

May we all die so well.

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