End of the Month Thought Bubble

February, we hardly knew ye

Endings

• “I think about death more.” Those of us in the last third of our lives might agree with this. I don’t know for sure. I haven’t done the research or taken a poll.

• My gut tells me that “we don’t do sorrow well” - we don’t let it hang out with our laughter as easily or as often as our soul needs. We do compartmentalize our joy and sorrow a bit too much, I think. It’s good to let them have a play date.

• A person suggested the idea of attending or starting a “Death Cafe” - an event where strangers or friends meet (not as a support/therapy group) - just to talk about death and have tea and cake. Apparently, it is a thing. You can google it.

• I’ve been writing Elogos in some form and random frequency for about 28 years. I think about ending it. But I don’t want to. Yet. I think about how these emails will fade into cyberspace and be seen no more and whether will I have a chance to say goodbye or not. I have taken a few email addresses off the list lately because I know their owners died. There are probably more I don’t know about whose inboxes are never cleared or packed up by their next of kin. Do we put our passwords in our wills?

• My 15-year-old puppy is still a puppy to me. She has allergies and stones, infections, and arthritis. She has meds making her feel better. So far. She loves to eat. She loves me as the source of her food. I think about the day that surely will come when she is not doing her job of sleeping on my feet.

• I think about death more. It’s true. I try not to lean into it. Rather just have a conversation and then look at the time and say, “I’ve enjoyed the chat…let’s do it again sometime, but I have this life right now…”

Peace,

Deb