The Gift of a Good Death: When the Heart is Unconquerable

Four and a half years ago we received the news that my father in law was dying of esophageal cancer.

We heard the news at our grandfather’s funeral.

So while grieving the loss of one well-loved man, we were simultaneously projecting ahead to the loss of another well-loved man.

It was one of those moments when feelings get all mixed up with facts and everything sort of blurs together.

During the following five months (the final five months of his life), my father in law (a man who had struggled with depression for his entire adult life), fought the good fight.

Physically.
Emotionally.
Spiritually.

He underwent every chemo and radiation process with more courage (and never a complaint) than I can imagine myself enduring.

I marveled at how well he accepted, first his terminal diagnosis, and second, the grueling treatment plan that only promised to add a few brief months to his life.

For a man so given to long bouts of emotional despair, I feared the worst for him. But I was never more wrong.

Beyond explanation, he seemed to thrive during those precious last weeks and months on earth. I was able to spend considerable time with my father in law driving him back and forth to radiation treatments, to doctor’s appointments, or just to run errands.

Even now, I still shake my head in amazement that this man whom I had known intimately for over twenty-five years could (and would) endure a certain death with such poise and peace.

Rather than us comforting him, he comforted us.

There was such grace (the kind only God can supply) during those terrible hours of suffering. The memory of these precious moments (and conversations) can still stop me in my tracks when something reminds me of how much I gained personally from walking closely with him as he died (and every day he died a bit more).

This week I was reminded.

I was sent a review book that reminded me of my father in law. Specifically, it made me think that the last good gift he gave each of us was his death. A good death.

I can’t adequately express how I felt when I read these words, but let me share this author’s insight on how dying can truly be a “good gift.”

Samuel Wells in Be Not Afraid writes –

The gift of a good death, that last and most precious gift one can give one’s family, friends, and society, is fundamentally a witness of patience and courage. Patience to accept one’s powerlessness to change the past, and courage to open one’s life to the overwhelming unknown of the future. Patience to live with one’s humanity, and courage to face God’s divinity. That is what it means to make a final offering of a good death.

While my father in law never looked at how he was dying in these terms, somehow, his patience (with the horrifying painful process) and his courage (to face death itself) was remarkable. So much so, that I remember with far greater fondness how he died than how he lived.

In every way, he gave us a “very good gift.”

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One response to “The Gift of a Good Death: When the Heart is Unconquerable

  1. Reblogged this on Burden Lifters: Every Woman's Daily Guide to a Healthy, Happy Life and commented:

    Recent reminders that God always gives us what we need exactly when we need it most. Grace. Strength, Perspective. Hope. Most of all, hope.

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