Legacy of Living Well – Page 15

Just in case you looked at the title of this journal entry and thought I was going to renege on the constraint I used on my last post to forego a long list of New Year’s resolutions, don’t worry, I promise that’s not the case! I’ve just been feeling a little bit of the January doldrums, wishing I could break free of some of my obligations and “fly the coop” so to speak! I think we all feel the urge to nurture the more spontaneous facets of our personalities once in a while, and perhaps be a little less predictable; after all, doing so can be so much fun! Then I saw this clip on a recent morning show about a lost rule book and decided that if we’re creative and use our imaginations, following rules can be just as much fun! Well, almost as much fun! As I watched this story about the rule book, I was not only intrigued with who might have penciled these unique words of wisdom, I also found myself equally fascinated with who the parents might be, they are obviously raising an insightful child with a wise and conscientious soul! In the world we live in today, where breaking the rules too often gets our attention the most, knowing that a lost rule book can also create a small sensation is refreshing! (Since my son is finishing up his dental studies, I especially liked the rule about not biting the dentist!) May the ripple effect of this ingenious little rule book be felt for a very long time!

My son, Jake, who is attending dental school in Buffalo, New York, once sent me this picture he’d taken on a downtown street in upstate New York. Knowing that he’d been taught that rules were usually made for our own good, he knew his dad and I would get a chuckle from the seemingly conflicted free-spirit who painted this wisdom on city property, but seemed to recognize that order and rules usually have a positive effect on our success in life…can’t you just hear your own parents expressing this same advice!

What I’m learning now is…

Life offers so many ways to be happy and successful. One of my favorite quotes is by Mark Twain where he says, “Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest! What I’m learning now is that living within the constraints that society may place on us, either by the laws of the land or accepted social graces, we are best served if we recognize that depending on our outlook, rules will either broaden our ability to seek after our dreams or laden us with the inability to gain a good perspective on what life has to offer!

Please share a rule that you live by and how it helps make a difference in your life! I would love to collect these and create our own rule book right here!

I’ll go first: My mom taught me this “rule” when I was young, and continued to show me what a good rule it really is by how she exemplified it throughout her life!

It’s my sincere wish that we can all know true success as we follow the rules that help make us better people!

–Mary

Speaking of my son, Jake, I want to give him a big CONGRATULATIONS! He found out that he passed his dental boards last week! I remember when he was in the second grade, his teacher wrote on his report card that Jake was an “eager learner”! Little did I know then what path his life would take at that point, but he has indeed made the learning process seem very fascinating! I recently asked Jake how he would describe his experience at dental school, he replied without hesitation that it was a rollercoaster ride, very intense, but so incredibly interesting! Amazing job, Jake! If anyone can make going to the dentist the least bit enjoyable, it is you! You’ve worked so hard and you and Whitney deserve only the best as you embark on your next “venture” together!

Update–January 29, 2013: Even though it says there are “no rules” to doing what it suggests in this statement, I wish I could do better at living this way!

…and this on February 7, 2013 Love this–happy living!

–Mary

It’s been ten years since my father died at age 88 from myelocytic leukemia. “A young man’s cancer,” his doctor had told him. To which my dad’s quick retort had been, “And after all I am a young man!” When dad called to update me on this latest doctor’s appointment in early December 2001, he prefaced the phone call in his familiar candid manner by saying, “I suppose that when you get to be my age, you can expect the doctor will give you bad news about some tests he’s taken on you.” Then with such sadness in his voice he said, “I just figured I had a least another good five years left!” How can you possibly come up with the “right” things to say off the top of your head when you’re hit with this type of news? You don’t, not really. I was glad that my dad allowed me to cry–his tears had been shed earlier…I think.

During the last six months of his life, my father suffered few symptoms that often accompany this disease. I went to see him on this 88th birthday, April 27, 2002. He was weak and required a little oxygen, but his sense of humor was still keen. “I don’t know about dying”, he quipped towards the end of our visit, “it must work, because surely alot of people do it and I don’t see any of them coming back!”

After his diagnosis, my dad often reflected that he had truly lived a wonderful life!

“I’ve had a really good thing going here.” he’d say with a chuckle.

My father passed away on May 1, 2002

Where my dad had enjoyed mostly optimal health throughout his life, my mother, despite her best efforts, did not fare as well in this area. She had declined considerably in the year prior to my dad learning he had leukemia. Throughout my childhood, I had observed my parents caring kindly for each other, but as far as my mother’s health was concerned, my father always seemed patient in his nurturing when she didn’t feel well. He was also valiant in seeking out good doctors who could direct them to safe and qualified medical resources that could give her better life quality. He became as vigilant as ever during his last months, to assure that my sweet mom would not worry for her physical needs after his death. Ultimately, my mother needed to go a care center, but my dad, in his usual endearing ways, saw to all the details so that as much as possible, it was a home away from home for her. How quickly the residents, as well as the care givers, were enriched by both my parents while they lived there.

I believe it was Mark Twain who said,

“Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die, even the undertaker will be sorry.”

Without even realizing it, my folks adhered to this motto with seeming ease! My mother’s condition continued to deteriorate the next few years, but she didn’t pass away until some three years after my father.

My father stated in the introduction of a brief autobiography he completed prior to his death, that while his life was not particularly unusual, he experienced deeply and richly!

“My life has been a good one, very worthwhile.” he wrote.

What more could anyone ask for as they reviewed their years here on earth: a life well lived with wonderful memories left to linger and be remembered by those that loved you!

Unfortunately, some legal wrangling concerning my parent’s trusts appeared to be the last chapter of their legacy of abundant living. When at long last, the final legal documents were signed and monetary distributions made, I felt reserved relief. The final wishes of my dad and mom for their posterity were achieved the best they could be, considering the circumstances. In the back of my mind however, I made a promise to myself that somehow I’d find a way to honor and celebrate these two lovely people, who did indeed live ordinary lives, but in a unique and steadfast fashion!

What I’m learning now is…

My parents had a genuine “old school” kind of love; such a natural flow of give and take it seemed. They took such good care of each other. As a family, we teased them once in awhile that they did have children to take care of too!

Having been married myself now for a number of years, what I’m learning now is that what my parents seemed to achieve so effortlessly in their relationship, more than likely required a lot more work than I ever realized!

How have you seen your parents nurture each other?

In what ways do you nurture those close to you?