The Beauty of Life...IN HIS WORDS

Today, we have a special post as my husband shares for the first time in months. As always, he makes me ponder and get a little teary-eyed as I read his unique perspective. I hope you can appreciate what Adrian has to say, especially as today marks 3 weeks since his recent seizure.

The Beauty of Life...IN HIS WORDS

I recently read that one of the few certainties of life is that…………. none of us are going to survive it. Does that sound morbid? Possibly, but it is also very very true. Personally, I am finding that having this truth made clear in my life on a daily basis is having a positive and liberating effect. Life is full of beauty, of joy, of vigor, of the sense of the miraculous and well……..just life itself. 

But so often the beauty of life becomes overshadowed and blocked out by the things that don’t matter and we don’t take time enjoy it. We spend so much time drug up, drug down, drug out, or just plain drugged that we miss so much of the beauty in life that surrounds us. Realizing that your life can be taken in a moment is very inspiring to focus on the beauty in life, the precious moments in life.

The daily reality that we have had to learn to live with is that a seizure and everything that comes with it can strike at any time, anywhere, and with no warning. What has been harder to come to grips with is the reality that at any time a seizure can hit and I won’t wake up in the E.R. I can be cutting grass or folding laundry and the next thing I know I will be asking St. Peter why now? How does a person come to grips with this in their heart and mind? How can it make any sense?

It doesn’t make sense and it can’t. Every day I have the choice to live in fear and self-pity, or I can spend living in and looking for the beauty of life. I have the choice to be negative or positive, build or destroy, be selfish or self-less. There are aspects of my life that I cannot control but these things I can. These are the choices that we all have to make on a daily basis and I hope that you don’t have to share my path before you learn to stop and smell the roses.

Will a seizure take my life? It is possible although not probable. It could be tonight, tomorrow, next week, next year, or never. I guess the uncertain possibility adds to the spice of life. However, this same possibility applies to everyone. Our lives hang but by a thread yet death is not something to be feared. 

I do not fear death, I do fear a wasted life. 

That is how I have come to grips with my condition, it is how I make sense of what is happening. I live my life one breath at a time and I focus each breath towards living a life that is not wasted.

One of my favorite poems is called How Did You Die by Edmond Vance Cooke.  Although the title may sound a little morbid I find the poem to be oddly inspirational. You should be able to follow the link on the title of the poem, but here are a few of my favorite lines.

          

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that? 

Come up with a smiling face.

It's nothing against you to fall down flat,

But to lie there -- that's disgrace.

Adrian cherishing time with our son today while we waited
for our daughter Adria's appointment at A.I.duPont Hospital for Children.