I entered this business twenty-five years ago, and yet I still don’t know the best ways to comfort, to lead, to commemorate. All I have learned is the value of time. It slips through our fingers like dust, and the longer you spend scrabbling at the ground trying to recover it, the more you lose.
I do not believe in fear.
That is not to say I am never afraid.
But I do not fear time.
My grandparents died almost twenty years ago; I would give worlds to speak to them again. I wouldn’t ask for any wise advice, or engage in any philosophical conversations. Just sit with them outside, talking about nothing at all. Waste time together. I have no regrets about the time we had because I embraced it when it came by. No regrets about the passed time – I only wish for more of it.
I do not fear time robbing my life for this reason: I have learned to value it.
And here is what a rapidly aging funeral director is spending his lifetime learning:
- Never rush a hug.
- Never say goodbye without saying I love you.
- Learn what you can in the bad times.
- Never leave kindness unsaid.
- Think good things. Say good things.
- Fill your heart with the words you’d speak if tonight were truly the night you would die. And then don’t leave them unspoken.
- Don’t be overwhelmed with anger. It eats time. It robs your life. Overwhelm anger with love.
- Stuff life full, but not with stuff.
I close the door behind me on the clean picture frames and dirty dishes.
I leave the empty house that is full of things.
Shadows skirt across the yard.
I glance at my watch and notice that it is later than I had thought.
I take my time loading the dead.
Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice,
But for those who Love,
Time is not.
~ Henry van Dyke