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Saturday, 18 October 2014


I was jolted into real time yesterday on a flight from Cape Town to Durban.  Twenty minutes out from destination the pilot said that we had a problem with one of the hydraulic systems.  He said there was nothing to worry about, but as a precaution there would be emergency vehicles on the runway when we landed and we, as passengers, shouldn't be alarmed to see them there.

Hmmm...If there's nothing to worry about, how come are they bothering to deploy emergency vehicles?  Instantly my mind went wild with the situation, but with one overwhelming thought: If the pilot is wrong and this turns out to be THE moment, how can I say goodbye to my precious Kazalette, Jeśka and Stefan?  More importantly, how WILL I say goodbye?  What is it I want them to know.  90% of me trusted what the pilot had said, but the wild mind part thought how much I would, in the moment of realisation that my life on earth was over, regret not having taken some action.

So, having ditched several ideas of trying to phone or send an email or text, I pulled out a pen and piece of paper and wrote a short note, marked with my seat number and name and addressed to the most precious people in my world.  It was an extraordinary moment, with my eyes, senses and feelings welling up with the emotion of the moment, expressing and truly feeling my love and pride for my family and letting them know that.  And when it was done, I sat back, unafraid and just trusting that Life knew what it was doing.

In the event, we had a bumpy landing with high winds (which of course got the mind going again), a great view of fire engines along the runway with lights flashing and eventually cruised safely to a stop at the terminal building.

It did get me to thinking, however, that oftentimes there are things unsaid which need saying.  We do not always know when we will check out.  If things have been left unsaid by the time we do so, there is a sense of unfinished business, especially for those left behind.  How often do you hear about the survivors feeling angry or bewildered by the departed having died without saying goodbye or completing properly?

We do not always have time to say goodbye, especially when death comes unexpectedly.  Is there not a way, therefore, that we can say goodbye ahead of time?  There are all sorts of creative ways of doing that, and the invitation is for you to figure out how you will do so.

More importantly, what is it that you want your loved ones to know before you go?  And what is preventing you from saying it to them right now?

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