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What Will I "Miss"


We all have our “thinking spaces”.  For some it is in nature.  For my sweetheart it is in the shower.  For me, it’s taking walks.  And I just got back from a long one, which means I have had some thinking time.

Today I thought about death.  It’s not a new topic to me, in fact my brain sometimes jumps to it even when I wish it wouldn’t, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut and wish the thoughts away.  But today I allowed them to stay, tried to “welcome” them, as much as one can welcome thoughts of death.

And I began thinking about things I might MISS after I die.  My rational brain quickly jumped in to correct my day dreaming – “You can’t MISS anything after you are dead,” it correctly asserted.  Alright then, if I won’t actually MISS them in the sense that I currently understand missing, what things might I be sad or disappointed I could no longer experience (yes, I know that sadness and disappointment won’t be emotions available to me beyond the grave either, but I let myself go with it…).  Putting aside the obvious PEOPLE I would be sad not to see again, what EXPERIENCES would I be sad about losing…

What might I be sad to no longer be able to experience…

- The sound of birds for sure.  Chirping, cawing, wings flapping, even the wood pecker nibbling on our peach tree branch.  Yes, the sound of birds would be a big loss.

Mrs. Dove on our porch
- The feeling of warm ocean water all around me, hugging me.  The waves, the salt, the warm.

Sunrise at the ocean - water is waiting for me to run in
- The change of seasons from winter to spring – the colors of the first flowers popping out of nowhere.

Yellow and orange - taken on today's walk

Today's view of our Dogwood tree

- The taste of real butter on a thick, fresh slice of hot white bread.

- A rainbow against a dark, stormy sky.

It's not a dark sky, but it is a rainbow from my past that is gorgeous
- A nibble of a good parmesan, soft brie, or tangy cheddar.

- The smell of freshly mowed grass.

- The first sip of a glass of red wine.

- The sight of the huge red maple tree in the yard across from us turning from green, to red, orange and yellow each autumn.

The tree across the street from our kitchen window in all its glory (photo circa 2013)
- And the smell of espresso or cappuccino wafting up from a ceramic cup on a café table.

Breakfast of espresso and low quats on our trip to Cyprus
The things I imagined “missing” are staples of my life.  Things I experience with regularity, and that I love.  So, I decided that instead of being sad that someday I will inevitably be unable to experience them anymore, I would DELIGHT in experiencing them NOW.  When I find myself looking at a rainbow, I will breathe it in.  Not the rainbow itself – but the whole experience of being there.  When I eat warm bread with butter, I will savor it even more.  When I splash in the ocean, I will take time to feel the water.

What will you “miss” after your death?  Not people, but experiences?  If you would like to share some here as comments, it would delight me to see them.  And if you want to keep them to yourself, that is perfectly fine.  I just hope that you will make time and space in your life now, while you are living, to experience them.  They are waiting for you – grab them.



Comments

Anonymous said…
This is lovely to think about. I would miss the ocean. The sound of the waves, my toes in the sand the pelicans, the birdies tracks in the sand...and any animal I get to see while there. I would miss the sun and the warmth of it on my body. I would miss any little but to me spectacular piece of nature. I would miss watching my daughter delight in something. Watching my husband be honored for his work. Watching friends and family excel at anything. I will miss swimming in water alone...in silence, moving freely and comfortably in it. I will miss snuggling with my dog. Kisses from my husband. Long moments with good friends. Those are just a few. There are so many lovely little things or moments, experiences, sightings that thrill me. It doesnt take much. I like that about myself. And gut busting laughter which happens often on my family. The kind that makes you have to stop and breathe in between! And much more!

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