Posts Tagged ‘Death’

Are You Waiting for Perfection?

July 14, 2013

Here’s a story that might alter your point of view.

Many years ago, in an episode of Lou Grant, the paper’s editor, upon finding that his elderly mother did not have long to live, went home to spend her last days with her.

As he paced around in her bedroom, he was lamenting the fact that he had always hoped to find the perfect time to take her on a wonderful trip, just the two of them. And now they would not be able to go.

She sweetly motioned for him to come over and sit beside her and told him that he was living his life and that was exactly what she had wanted him to do. She added that he had been the perfect son for her and that she was satisfied with her life.

And then she told him a story that I’ve never forgotten.

She reminded him about his father who had passed years before…

“Do you remember how your father used to pack a picnic lunch and we’d head off to the ocean? Your dad so wanted to find the perfect place with the perfect view for our lunch. And we would drive and drive. There were lots of beautiful places, but he wanted to find the perfect place. Hours  would pass. I’d suggest, “Why don’t we stop here?”

But your dad would respond that he wanted to wait for the perfect spot.  With all the places we could have stopped, none were perfect enough for our picnic. Late in the day we ended up eating our picnic in the car as the sun was getting ready to set, never having stopped, because he never found the perfect place.

And then she focused back on her son, “My life has been wonderful. I couldn’t ask for a better son. I do not need to go on that trip. Just sit with me here and let’s enjoy the time we have right now.”

Don’t miss the beauty of the life you have right here, right now, while you are busy looking for some other situation or some other time when things will be perfect.

Change you perception and find the perfection in the present moment.

______________________________________________________________Dina Dove

As an author, inspirational speaker, and coach, I am dedicated to helping people remember who they really are at their deepest core and discover their unique path to career and personal fulfillment.

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Just Stay

April 13, 2013

We’ve all heard that everything happens for a reason.

I think the universe is perfectly designed in such a way that there is no encounter and no experience that is an accident. And, even more amazing than that. That there is a blessing in every moment, no matter what it looks like at the time. God is working His magic in our lives every second of every day.

I normally write original content for my blog, but today I just had to share this story that I received in an email. In my searches, I could not find who wrote it or whose story it actually is. It is so powerful in its message of blessing that I could not resist sharing it with you.

Just Stay

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. ”Your son is here,” she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength.
Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.

He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious to her and of the night noises of the hospital – the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.

Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

”Who was that man?” he asked.

The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered.
”No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied. “I never saw him before in my life.”

”Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”

”I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.
I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman’s name?
The nurse with tears in her eyes answered, Mr. William Grey………….

The next time someone needs you … just be there. Just stay.

Handling Grief in the Spirit of the Baglady

June 14, 2008

 

 

The other day I heard from Sheila Hensley again. The first anniversary of Charlie’s death (see blog post for May 7th) was this past week. She did the most unique thing I’ve ever heard a widow do to commemorate such an anniversary.

 

When she told me, I exclaimed with delight, “Sheila, you are such a wonderful Baglady!”

The line was silent for a moment and then I felt I better explain myself. After I did, we both laughed together, Sheila saying that she knew I would love her story.

 

See, the Baglady in the way I meant it was Rose, of course. And that would be anyone who follows her heart. She’s not afraid to take an action that seems so right to her even if everyone else (supposedly in their right mind) would be worried about what other people think.

 

A true human being lives from her heart. She hears and follows her intuition. And that is Sheila for sure!!  I suspect that, while there will never be a day in her life that she won’t think about and send loving thoughts to Charlie, she knows he is with her in spirit and she knows he wants her to live on and discover happiness again.

 

I know, you’re thinking stop putting it off and tell me what she did. So here goes. Sheila, her roommate and her new gentleman friend all went out in the back yard, and with hearts full, they yelled for Charlie. “Charlieeeeeeeeeeee!”  “Charlieeeeeeeee!”  And then the birds sang and a car drove by and another bird sang and they knew he heard.