The past few days have really underscored a central theme…what we do with our lives really matters. Betty just about filled up the waiting room all weekend, while several other people were in the ICU completely alone, or perhaps with only a single visitor over the past 5 days. Meanwhile, we often had about 15 people sitting vigil, and some (mild) fights broke out among family members regarding room access and time with Betty.
She had 6 kids (5 living), 10 siblings (5 living) dozens of grandkids and great grandkids, a husband, friends, extended family, a minister…and we all wanted to see her. It was actually pretty damn overwhelming. There are no test runs — this is life, and the relationships you build really matter. If you have kids, they might feel obligated to visit you in the hospital…or they might not. Based on empirical data from other ICU rooms, it doesn’t appear that visitors are mandatory. And many people who are in the 80+ year old range don’t necessarily have a ton of contemporaries around to keep them company.
So, what determines if you have company or not? How can you judge who will mourn you, or whether you have anyone who will visit you when you’re on your deathbed? What’s the measure of a will-lived life, and is number of people in the waiting room a proxy?
I don’t exactly know the answer, but I know I don’t have a husband and I’m not currently on a path to having kids. I don’t have a church or even a religious affiliation. My chief pastime outside of work is Aids LifeCycle and the ALC community. I have a small family. Would I be one of those people with few visitors?
There are no test runs. This is my life. How do I want to be remembered? Would I have a full waiting room, and do I care if I don’t? It’s time to start thinking through some of these questions more deeply, so I feel comfortable with the outcomes as my life culminates to its end.