Ever have on of those days during which everything seems to go wrong from the smallest annoyance to the biggest tragedy? That’s been most of this week for me.
In mid-November, one of my co-workers was in an accident (a fall from the 2 story roof of his home while cleaning leaves from his gutters) that left him severely injured and in a coma. He was an interesting man, one that would probably be labeled a nerd or a geek. He was not one of the beautiful, hip, cool people. He had very little social life, had many cats, loved scifi, and the outdoors. He was a person, like so many, who was living a life of quiet desperation.
I would often find myself engaged in long conversations with him about things I had ZERO interest in hearing about or discussing. But I knew a bit about his life and some of the things he was going through. He was all but friendless, and not because he wasn’t a good guy. Sometimes circumstances in life lead one to isolation. So I listened to his stories, talked to him, befriended him. It was really no extreme effort on my part and I hope it meant a lot to him. I hope our little office friendship and some sibling-style camaraderie brightened his days.
Sadly, he languished in the coma until his family decided to stop all life support. Their decision was a bitter pill for me to swallow because he confided in me that he and his wife were going through a nasty split just before his accident. I’ve been told by his brother that the wife and children never visited him once while he lay there in a coma. I just can’t imagine hating someone so much that after spending 35 years married to him, his wife couldn’t find one grain of compassion in her black soul, even at the end. I can’t help but imagine her relief that the marriage ended in such a financially satisfactory way. The money was all she seemed to care about.
So, two weeks after they pulled the plug on him, he died. Today my boss and I will be attending his funeral. We’re going even though his wife suggested to our Human Resources Manager (while she was asking about his life insurance) that she doubted anyone would want to go. I would love to tell whoever is in attendance just how genuine and kind hearted he was. But I fear I won’t be able to speak as I’ve been an emotional wreck since I got the news. Even as I type these words, my eyes are welling up.
The truth is, I want to run home and hide under my covers and NOT go to his funeral. I experienced something like this before, something much closer to me and life-shatteringly painful. And all of this is stirring the deep recesses where I keep those memories. All week long I’ve been emotional and crying. I doubt I’ll make it through the service without breaking down into tears. And I know I’ll want to lash out at his wife. Grief and anger are hand and glove. I want to blame her. But, just as it was for me before, there is no one to blame. Accidents happen. People die.
I consider myself extremely lucky though. I have amazing people in my life who have supported and consoled me as I’ve been dealing with this. And because of my previous experience, I learned to LIVE LIFE NOW!!!! So, if there’s any little piece of wisdom I can impart to anyone who might be reading these words, it’s to live. Don’t wait. We all think we’ve got a lot of time. But nothing, not one second, is guaranteed. So jump into the deep end of the pool called life and get wet! Live, laugh, love. Don’t waste a moment of your life being unhappy. Choose joy. It really is just that simple.




