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Recently I have been confronted by death, maybe imminent. My father is very ill; perhaps he will live on for a year, maybe not. Experiences of dealing his sickness had taught me not to put illusions in false hopes--it is good to think about you might beat the odds, but never to see the world with illusions, or it will only make the disappointment more painful.
He told me that he felt he had done his duty as husband and father, that his work was meaningful, he had left nothing he truly desired untried. He would hang on for our sakes. I am determined now more than ever to live my life in a way that will allow me to look at my life the same way when the time comes.
There's no excuse for the living. There is so little time for all of us. |
