Be Mindful

Everything but Green (c) November 2012 Stephanie M. Glennon

Sometimes you know exactly what’s coming and sometimes, as Edward Gorey more poetically put it, you have no idea that tomorrow it will be raining.

Sometimes “It’s better not to know.”:

Either Jupiter says 
This coming winter is not 
      After all going to be 
The last winter you have,
      Or else Jupiter says 
This winter that’s coming soon,
      Eating away the cliffs 
Along the Tyrrhenian Sea,
      Is going to be the final 
Winter of all. Be mindful.
      Take good care of your household.

During our last Thanksgiving with my husband Jim, we all knew what was coming–very soon: my last birthday with him, his last birthday with us, a last Christmas together with our children, a final family trip.  His death, far, far too young, from pancreatic cancer.

It certainly would be Jim’s last winter.

But you would not have know that from Jim.  Apart from a dollop of intense afternoon weariness, he joined wholeheartedly both in the feasting and in the kind of family word puzzles which yesterday so unhinged my little brother that puppy-related threats were made.

Our Thanksgiving meal was served in the 1805 room he loved, which he had adorned with a large antique table he picked out just before we had our first child.  It was crowded with our children, and more.

Jim would die in the same room fewer than four months later, facing the same burnt orange walls from a hospital bed that replaced the family table he had chosen for his household.

I think for the rest of us it was better to know.  For Jim it made essentially no difference in the way he lived each day of his life: he was mindful, he took good care of his household, he would have lived an extraordinary life no matter what Jupiter told him.

About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like evidentiary issues, jury instructions, expert witnesses, and forensic evidence. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2016 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with Wordpress protocol and the numerous other wee buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.
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8 Responses to Be Mindful

  1. Catherine says:

    Wise words, Steph. I try to be ever mindful, but it is easy to get caught up in the day to day stuff of life. Thanks for the reminder. It was great to see you yesterday!! The kids can’t stop talking about Scooter!

  2. Denise Glennon says:

    Holidays make me think about Jim even more. Thank you for this blog – it means a lot to me. Much love to you and the kids.

  3. Cambria says:

    Your postings express your pain so fluently, and show your strength, yet they always bring a smile to my face “he joined wholeheartedly both in the feasting and in the kind of family word puzzles which yesterday so unhinged my little brother that puppy-related threats were made…”

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