The Evening of Life

I watched a movie that featured an elderly lady who was in her last hours—she asked her nurse, “Can you tell me… Where did my life go?”

There she was – having lived a very long life – she asks the question many have asked in that hour.

“Where did my life go?”

The nurse asked her to reflect on her life.  “What do you see?”   The older lady, from her bed, answered, “Waste.  Failure.”

The nurse tried to prompt her to self-soothe.  “Try to think of something pleasant in your past-- an ordinary moment in an ordinary day.” 

Finally she began to talk about a true love she had in her life. It’s like her face lost the wrinkles when she talked. Love. That eternal renewing power.

At last—she settled her mind on the one thing that mattered the most!

Of course not all love is romantic love. Love is when you give of yourself – all through this life. 

Have we loved?

When my earth life is ending, I hope I am with people I love and I hope I am able to talk for hours about all the love I have had in my life.  I hope I prattle on and on about things people didn’t even know about-- to the degree that they wonder if I am crazy or still even connected to this world!  After all, love sounds like nonsense sometimes to those who look on.

In fact, I don’t want to wait until the end of life to be filled with love words and love reflections!

I don’t want to miss any occasion to love. 

What else is there?

 

“I thought there would be so many chances,” the old lady said...