Ever have a bad day? That is a silly question, of course you have, every one has their own bad days. Each of us has our own individual definition of what a bad day would be. I think for most a bad day would be a day in which someone did something, or something happened that took the shine off the day for us. Maybe even made us feel frustrated, irritable, crabby or whatever.Hey, it happens, we are human and are entitled to bad days.
Let’s see and argument with a spouse could cause a bad day. The kids acting up could cause a bad day. A stressful day at work, running late, getting caught in traffic, long lines in the grocery store. Ah,there are just a million things that if we let them can cause us to have a “bad” day. We have all had those days, know what they feel like. We understand what it is like to have a day like that and when we see some else having one of those days we tend to cut them a little slack and understand when they may be a little crabby, grumpy or what ever. Please just take a moment and think back to what caused you bad days. Think of the things that made you crabby, grumpy or what ever. Feeling to which you justified as ones you were entitled to, for what ever reason.
Now try to image what your day would be like, if on that day you heard the words, you are dying, come out of your doctor’s mouth. Hearing those words certainly take the shine off of your day. In your mind you can try to imagine what that would be like and what it may do to your day, your week, your month……. How do you think that might affect your mood? Now if we just naturally allow some slack and understanding to someone that had a bad day at the office and is feeling down or grumpy. What should we do for the person that has learned they are dying?
Meg, is a lady that has left us a few comments here on the blog. I am honored to have become a friend through the numerous emails we have exchanged. Meg is just a fountain of wonderful information and ideas. Now emails I always consider private from the blog as many know. Meg has graciously granted me permission to pass on and insight I may gain, and that I have. I thank you Meg and do hope you will join us right here on the blog with your sharings. Meg and I have discussed the level of understanding others have of what it is like to know you are dying. This is a poem Meg shared with me:
Don’t tell me that you understand.
Don’t tell me that you know.
Don’t tell me that I will survive,
How I will surely grow.
Don’t come at me with answers
That can only come from me.
Don’t tell me how my grief will pass,
That I will soon be free.
Accept me in my ups and downs.
I need someone to share.
Just hold my hand and let me cry
And say, “My friend, I care.”