My cousin passed away recently and the grief offered me a wonderful gift. It helped me to realise that the beauty of life is in the small things. I went for a walk in my neighbourhood on the Monday morning after his funeral. The world looked different to me, and I was able to appreciate the smallest details that I often overlook.
I noticed the insects, scurrying around doing their very important work. I noticed the community workers cleaning up the bridge from debris after heavy rains the week before. People were mowing lawns, trimming their edges and driving to important meetings. These things may seem mundane, but it occurred to me that this is the very point of life. My cousin wouldn’t get to do any of these things again.
As much as I love routine, I often get very bored by the monotony of life. I get frustrated that I have to make the school lunches and sit through homework with my daughters. I tell them over and over again to lay out their school uniforms, set the table and pour their juice for supper. The same instructions again and again, every single night.
My cousin didn’t get married, or have children. He didn’t have a successful career. He didn’t get to sit in traffic in the gridlocked school parking lot. He didn’t get to argue over the method of solving a math problem. He didn’t get to negotiate later bedtimes or what his children spent their pocket money on.
We often spend our lives waiting for something big to happen. We know we will have made it in life when x happens. We dream about Nobel prizes, best-selling books and Oprah calling us up for an interview. We imagine that some big event will happen and that will show the world how truly valuable we are. Only then, we will have had a significant life.
Death and grief are great teachers. They give us perspective. They make us think about our legacy and how we want to be remembered. It often spurs us on to live a better life, to make changes and to reach for our dreams. When someone we love dies, we think about these things and hopefully take action on them.
It’s important to have big dreams and to reach for our goals. But life is really lived in the everyday monotony that we often grumble about. My recent grief offered me the gift of appreciating the mundane, irritating daily tasks that I usually complain about. Now, I’m grateful that I get to make the same sandwiches day after day. I’m grateful that I get to engage with these beautiful little people who live in my house. I’m grateful for the small things like cutting their toenails and washing their hair. It’s a true blessing to have other people to care for, people who need me and who want me around.
We need meaning for our lives to be worth living. We need a reason to get up in the morning. Sometimes, that’s as simple as having a pet to feed. We often feel burdened by those who depend on us. Obligation feels heavy sometimes and we resist the responsibilities of parenting, caring for aging relatives and serving our clients. We moan about having to show up at work everyday to meet the expectations of our leaders or team members. But this is often the essence of life. It’s a privilege to have people depending on us, because it drives us to keep going.
I love my cousin and I’m sad he’s not here anymore. But I’m grateful that losing him offered me something. I’ve been able to appreciate the beauty of life and I’d like to continue to savour every moment. He has shown me that life is so precious and that I’m so very lucky to have the life I have, and the people who are in it.Follow me: