By Cathy Lee
Everything is finite isn’t it? I mean infinity can’t even be defined.
The duration of your favourite film is set. There could be a sequel, but that has to end as well doesn’t it?
Just like this ‘A Message Amidst Madness’ Series, it has to end sometime.
I realise my last few posts have been rather political, but I can guarantee that this won’t be.
It won’t be political because politics doesn’t matter for what I’m going to talk about.
Last week, suddenly, my gran-aunt died for about fifteen minutes, casually, on Friday morning.
Weird right? She literally was at deaths door, said “no thank you” and made her return on back.
It got me to thinking and kind of put things into perspective a little bit.
I had come home to vote on Friday (I’m sorry I said I wouldn’t mention politics – woops!) and my mother picked me up off the train.
We drove for a little bit and caught up on various things. About twenty minutes in she announced that we had to go eat lunch.
I told her I wasn’t overly hungry, just wanted to go vote and get working on a few assignments due – as I knew that’s how my weekend looked like it would consist of anyway.
There was no protesting, we were going to get lunch.
At the table after just starting to eat my mother told me that we wouldn’t be going home and we’d have to go check in on my gran-aunt.
She then explained the reasoning and what her morning had consisted of.
Ambulances had been called and my extended family members had gathered in the home of my gran-aunt after her housekeeper had noticed her fall particularly ill.
“White as a ghost she was, cold, gone I tell ya” – I was told later on when we arrived to the house.
Now, after a near-death experience everyone is usually you know, shook up or panicked.
But not Theresa. I swear she got a new lease for life.
When I arrived to the house, some relatives and friends were still lurking around.
They all chattered together, expecting her to take another turn.
I took a seat beside her bed when I arrived. We call to her regularly and it’s usually the same questions or trivia discussed.
Today was different though.
She complimented my ripped jeans and asked me what nightclub we’d go to that night.
I quickly informed her that Saturday nights were better for the night-life and dancing.
We laughed and she asked if she could borrow some of my clothes as a hand-me-down saying she missed being in fashion.
I told her no problem, that I would have loved to have had the opportunity to go to the dances with her. I knew this from stories of herself and my grandmother doing a few jigs up at the community hall in their time.
She said of the morning’s proceedings that she remembers being given some cornflakes and it was a regular morning. Then waking up to ambulance men and relatives in her room.
Her first thought was that there wouldn’t be enough cornflakes for everyone and that she hadn’t realised she was throwing a party.
For some reason I’ve always thought that the young and the old get on better than adults and children or adults and the elderly.
It’s simply because neither group take life too seriously.
I mean myself and Theresa could just laugh about going out on the town while the adults conducting their actions in panic over where Mrs. Keane was going next.
Theresa is 87, she knows what happens to people at that stage of life. It has happened for many friends, relatives and neighbours she knew.
I really think she’s okay with it. When we left her home, she got up out of bed and walked me to the door and waved as we drove away.
My mother couldn’t understand why I was smiling.
That weekend I worked at my essays, but I also took the time to see my dear friends. We had dinner at my best friend’s house and she even basked dessert for us.
I told the friend group of this story, we talked about the elections and we planned for the future of the fun things we’d do together.
I know we won’t have the future forever and may not even have each other either.
But I realised the truth that day, and that is my final message for you:
“Don’t take life too seriously, nobody gets out alive anyway”.
That saying used to freak me to my very core. But seeing Theresa face death and come back with a laugh, I’m inspired.
And so this is the end of the series. Thank you for taking the time to read this blog.