Inspired by Billy Collins' Poem "Days"
“Each one is a gift, no
doubt,
Mysteriously placed in your
waking hand
Or set upon your forehead
Moments before you open your
eyes.”
Those are the opening lines of
“Days” by Billy Collins
Days… How many days do we
get? How many do we need? No day is
promised. There are no entitlements. And
no rhyme or reason why some people are handed such difficult days in their
lives and others seem to breeze through, untouched by tragedy.
I sat in Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse
in Boca Raton, Florida, with the 10 of us that comprise our immediate extended family. We were celebrating my father-in-law’s soon
to be 90th birthday. It was a
lovely dinner of filet mignon and shrimp, the celebratory meal my in-laws had
planned, bringing everyone to this table to rejoice in this occasion. We were all so happy to be together and share
in this momentous milestone.
I happened to glance at my
phone at the end of dessert, probably to see the time, since I wasn’t
interested in my phone really – when I saw that I had a missed call from Bill and
Karla. It definitely had to do with
Barbara, of course. I was sure. Something
awful must have happened. But then maybe
they were planning a surprise for Barbara. Maybe that was it. I didn’t want to leave the table. And yet I
couldn’t sit there. I had to find out. There
was no cell service in the restaurant and it looked like they hadn’t left a
voicemail. I decided to leave the table and go outside where it was insanely
windy. I chose to call Karla instead of
Bill, since I was afraid to hear news from Bill.
We all thought Barbara had
more days. A year, maybe? Maybe 2? Barbara and I had just been texting about
making plans the very day before. Barbara texted
to say she would need to pass on the upcoming plans. In a week she would be beginning a new
treatment for the glioblastoma.
Barbara was supposed to have
a lot more days. And I planned on having
a lot more days to drive her to her treatments and to spend quality time with
her. I had been busy this past fall and
could only manage an occasional day here and there to help out. I thought she
had more time, and I thought I had more time to be a better friend.
I think of Barbara so often
now. We weren’t best friends but we had
been colleagues at the middle school for years and years. We had been to many events together, and she
had come to my daughter’s plays and Sweet 16.
We can’t control how many
days we get, but we can intentionally live each day– finding the joy, embracing
our people, honoring the earth and our breath – and making sure we live with as
little regret as possible.
I love this poem of Collins...thank you for such a heartfelt post about your connections!
ReplyDeleteThe days when a celebration crashes with sad news amplify conundrum of life and death. I am sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a lovely tribute to life and general, and through your words, to your friend, too. Thank you for keeping her memory alive in this way and for using your story to help us all keep perspective. My own husband has a brain tumor and I think of how many nights we slept without touching, toes, or hands, or anything. The diagnosis changed how we spent our days...and our nights. Thank you for reminding me of this, too.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry to hear about your husband, Morgan. Thanks so much for being here every day. I really appreciate you.
DeleteI'm so sorry to hear about your friend. This is a beautifully written reminder about how fleeting our days are. Sending you good thoughts.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful post and I am sorry about your friend, Barbara. I know just what you mean about thinking you have time to be a better friend. When I was in college, I was close with a nun named Sr. Joan. She hired me to work in Campus Ministries and she was such a believer in me. Always bolstering me. There for me when my beloved grandfather passed away. We kept in touch after I left college. One day I got a message from the Campus Ministries office at Molloy but I didn't return the call. A few months later I came to find out that Sr Joan had been trying to get in touch with me. She had been diagnosed with kidney cancer and it went very fast. I went to her memorial service and was so regretful that I didn't return that call. It was such a life lesson. Your post just made me think of that and how now is the time to be a good friend.
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