Death of baby.

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the post-God side

My husband’s best friend and the best man in our wedding lost his 15 month girl a couple days ago.  The funeral is in the morning.  She was accidentally ran over in their driveway by her mother’s sister.  It’s been a tragic few days.

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With a baby girl of our own, this death has hit close to home and grieves us while simultaneously causing us to cherish our own even more dearly.  Thinking about death and loss, I asked Silver the night she died, “If you were on your deathbed right now, would you regret anything?”

In general, the answer was no.  More specifically, “Today I wished I hadn’t watched football and instead spent that time with our little girl.”

There’s a cliche saying, “Live today like it’s your last.”  I don’t like cliches.  So instead, think of it this way: Today IS your last today.  Every night your head hits the pillow, you’ve died to that day.  You can’t get it back.  Make the most of it.

What does “the most of it” mean?  I encourage you to prioritize your life, simply.  If you have 15 priorities, there’s no way you can ever feel satisfied.   Try less than 5.

Right now, my two greatest priorities (and in this order):

1. My family: my husband and baby girl.

2. Creativity.  Allowing myself to create in different ways. (Photography, DIY projects, starting on a new in-home business, music, writing, cooking, etc.).

If I had to choose a third: Philanthropy/Humanitarianism.

If I or anyone in my family dies, I will be completely satisfied if I spent all the time I wanted with my husband and daughter.  As a bonus, if I explored creativity and did some humanitarian work, I will die smiling.

Amelia’s* death brings a great amount of pain and suffering.  But perhaps she can also remind us to squeeze every drop of each day into our water of our lives, and then remind us sip it slowly.  Rest in peace sweet Amelia.

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*name changed for privacy

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The Author

I'm a closet atheist christian missionary. Paradigm shifts happen frequently for those who allow themselves to think critically about currently held beliefs and openly about new ones. I’ve developed the skill, or perhaps addiction, for change but the community around me is slow to catch up -- and would damn me if they knew where I stood.

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  1. Pingback: Baby’s Funeral Part 3. Means vs. Ends. Thoreau. | teal tomato

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