My friend of 30 years died recently. Her husband called one Sunday in February to say she was gone.
Not understanding the euphemism, I said, 鈥淕one? Gone where? When is she coming back? She didn鈥檛 tell me she was going anywhere.鈥�
In almost a whisper, he said, 鈥淪he died this morning.鈥�
Her death was so sudden and so unexpected. I lost my friend I talked to everyday and traveled with to 40 states, two U.S. territories and two countries. We lived through kids (both of us), grandchildren (mine), two husbands (both hers), the loss of a parent (her mother), career changes, college degrees and retirement (both of us; although I went back to work). Thirty years is a long time.
Her death rocked me to my core. Although I am not a weeper, I found myself weeping everywhere:聽at church, at work, the grocery store and on an airplane going out west for a conference. We were like sisters. I had not felt that sense of loss since my dad died in 1979. I now have a better understanding of how my mom, 90, must feel when she loses a friend.
In the days following my friend鈥檚 death, her family called me a number of times to ask if I knew where she kept her 鈥減apers.鈥� I told them what I knew and they did their best to pull together her papers鈥攈er life insurance policies, will, deed to the house, bank-account information, etc.
Their search caused me to think about my own papers. Did I know where all of my papers were kept? My answer was: sort of. I had some in a box, some in a drawer, and some in a file cabinet. I set to work sorting, organizing and assembling my papers in a coherent and accessible manner.聽
When I opened the box marked 鈥渨ill,鈥� the first thing I saw was a publication titled Five Wishes, 聽which is produced by Aging with Dignity, a national nonprofit organization that deals with end-of-life issues. My friend and I picked up the form a few years ago when we attended a seminar hosted by a funeral home. We both went for the free dinner at Seasons 57. However, we left with a great deal of useful information and Five Wishes, which lets your family and doctors know:
It is the best resource I have ever received at one of these kinds of seminars. I was so impressed with it that I picked up extra copies for my family and friends.
I gingerly lifted Five Wishes out of the box and sat with it for a few minutes before I opened it to review the wishes I had written years ago. I used the book as a guide to be sure that聽every document was accounted for and every wish noted. When I finished, I called my daughter and told her I had something to share with her.
When my daughter arrived, we went back to my bedroom to talk. She was immediately alarmed because we usually go to the kitchen or the family room to talk. Before I started, she said, 鈥淎re you going to tell me that you鈥檙e dying?鈥�
鈥漀o,鈥� I assured her, 鈥淣ot anytime soon if I have anything to say about it or do with it.鈥�
鈥淥k, just checking,鈥� she said. 鈥淭his is starting off like it鈥檚 going to be a serious talk.鈥�
鈥淚t is,鈥� I said and proceed to share my 鈥減apers鈥� with her. When I was finished, she said, 鈥淲ow, you obviously put a lot of thought into this. It鈥檚 very thorough. I know it will be useful when the time comes. But this is very uncomfortable for me.鈥�
I admitted that it was uncomfortable for me as well. But I thought about my friend鈥檚 family. Not only were they overwhelmed by grief, but the situation was exacerbated by looking for and completing the mountains of paperwork that accompanied her death.
Always the Momma, I want to do what I can to make things easy for my family. And, as a baby boomer, I realize that time marches on and at some point, the bell will toll for me.
The Pew Research Center notes that more than half of the older parents surveyed indicated they had spoken with their children regarding end-of-life matters:
Additionally, about 70 percent of parents indicated they had initiated the conversation with their children. I鈥檓 glad I talked with my daughter. The talk was very liberating. We have moved into a different space with one another. She now talks with me about the serious things in her life. I love it; I now feel less like a meddler and more like an advisor.
I have shared my experience will all of my family and friends. Reception to organizing their papers and having 鈥渢he talk鈥� has been mixed. Some were encouraged and said they would do the same, some said they would think about it, and others did not want to discuss the topic.
Nevertheless, I advised them all to find their papers (a few needed to create some paperwork), organize their affairs, clean out their closets, take a good picture of themselves, and have courageous conversations with their loved ones.
Rebekah McCloud is director of the 麻豆原创鈥檚 PRIME STEM/Student Support Services Program. She can be reached at Rebekah.McCloud@ucf.edu.