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Death. The End of Life (As We Know It)

How morbid is that? I woke up this morning, thinking about my mom. Today would’ve been her 83rd birthday. I don’t think she’d like being that old, but heck, who would/does? Would you think I was delusional if I thought God wanted me to post about death by using my mom’s birthday as my reminder?  Lance and I have all sorts of interesting conversations about death. Death does not escape our life. Think about it, people, none of us get out of here alive. No one knows their departure date or time, but we all have one.

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow. ~Euripides

Notice there is no cute icon on my post for death. My kids like(d?) a band called Death Cab For Cutie, but other than that, death just resonates grimness.  Maybe that’s why I’ve dreaded winter for so many years – it reminds me of death. True story; our neighbor’s husband died when the snow from their roof slid off and buried him alive. Winter is harsh and snow is not only beautiful, it’s brutal. In nature and in life, death is necessary. Wow, I’ve gone all philosophical on you. I just think we all need to realize we’re ALL gonna die one day. But who wants to think about that?

Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time ~George Carlin

My mom was 70 when she died. She lived a full life; raised 7 kids, welcomed 20 grandkids into the world. Dying so young, she didn’t get to meet grandbaby #21, Brady Hagen. She would’ve loved him. He is a cutie pie! She missed her grandbabies graduations, the 1st marriage. She’s missed so much, but the truth be told, we miss her more than she’s missed us.

As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death ~Leonardo da Vinci

OK. I don’t want to die and I REALLY don’t want Lance to die. If I die first, yeah, there will be an unmade bed and dishes piled up in the sink. Heck, he’ll probably lose his cute little buddha belly because there won’t be any baked goods around. But he knows how to make the bed, wash the dishes and Little Debbie can step in to feed his sweet tooth desires. If HE dies first, I’m screwed – royally. I know it. He knows it. And hopefully God knows it. People, I can’t even turn on our TV set up. It’s got so many ramifications unbeknownst to me. Not to mention the alternative energy, the finances and the day to day operations of this place. Ugh, death sucks, especially when it’s someone you love.

So. why did I feel compelled to post about death? I think we all need to be reminded of our mortality.

Lance’s grandmother Offerle was told she had 6 months to live, over 47 years ago! She’s been given a death sentence over, and over again. Here she is, pluggin along at 80-something.

The end of life is to be like God and the soul following God will be like Him. ~Socrates

I struggled with a way to end this post (truth be told, I struggled with the whole ‘death’ theme) I was handed a verse from the Bible from my dear sweet companion on this journey of life- Ecclesiastes 7:1 ...And the day of one’s death is better than the day of one’s birth.

Oh. My. God. What have You got in store for us?

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About Lets Go To Idaho

Me, Mare, empty nester, flew the coop (& heat) of Alabama and landed in northern Idaho. Bought a house without setting foot in the state. This blog was created in the summer of 2011, as my beau, Lance and I were packing to move to north... Many things, big and small, have happened since that blistering hot July in Bama when I began this blog. Read about our whirlwind adventures. Our real life love story. The good, the bad, the silly and the crazy things that happen to us.

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  1. One of my favorite quotes about taking the sting out of death says something along the lines of, “I’m not afraid of dying. I was dead for billions of years before I was born.” And then I couldn’t help but think of John Donne’s “Death Be Not Proud.”

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  2. How appropriate was your post. On Valentine’s Day, we celebrated the one year anniversary of my father’s death. It was and is bitter sweet. Bitter because my mom knew nothing of handling the finances, paying the bills, etc. and I’ve had to step in and totally take over everything from paying monthly bills, talking her to her doctor appointments, buying her groceries, etc. It has truly turned into a second full-time job and my life as I knew it is no more. Spontaneous road trips are a thing of the past. Weekend trips to the lake are virtually non-existent, work travel arrangements include making sure someone is “on point” if Mom needs something. However, my dad (always the planner) anticipated this eventuality because he loved my mom so dearly. She doesn’t have to worry about how she will pay for her meds, doctor, or her rent at the independent living community. While she misses him intensely, she has been given the gift of finally truly appreciating how devoted he was to her well being and how much he truly loved her. As we began this journey together and we began making the plan for her to move to Somerby, I told her that Dad passed away on Valentine’s Day to remind her that he loved her and always would look after her. This year as Valentine’s Day approached, a buyer for her home fell into my lap. I was still doing updates and preparing to list the home. As I did some preparation for the potential buyers to come look at the house, I felt my father’s presence intensely. It was pervasive and almost unnerving and I had a hard time shaking it. Even though our house was an after thought and I think they came to look at it out of kindness for past favors, they fell in love with the house and called with an offer before they could drive back to their home in Louisiana. Funny, how on Valentine’s Day, we got word that the home appraised for more than we needed. Was it a coincidence that on this particular day the sale was “all over but the shouting”? I think not. I have to think that my Dad was putting in a good word with the big guy upstairs. Our loved ones never really leave us, they just go to a place where they can do a better job loving us.

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  3. My stepmom’s mother just passed a couple of weeks ago (in her 90’s, so she was on this planet a good long time!). I found a card with an “ancient Eskimo proverb” that quite struck me (caveat: origins unverified): “Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.” Thought it was comforting to think of the passing of our loved ones in such a way.

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