Death Came. Here’s What I Learned.

In November of 2019, Death dropped off his calling card with my brother-in-law.

Pancreatic Cancer. Here you go.

And from that point on, we looked Death in the face every time we looked at my brother-in-law.

Through chemotherapy and surgery and radiation treatment, our family watched and supported and prayed and raged at the inequity of it all. That a 48, 49, 50 year old man should get this terrible, incurable disease.

On Thanksgiving Day, 2021, he didn’t succumb. He didn’t pass away. He was taken.

Death came alone but he left with my brother-in-law.

For over two years, I’ve been watching and thinking and learning.

I sure couldn’t figure out what lessons my brother-in-law was learning. And I couldn’t impose any lessons on my husband. So I turned inward.

What did Death want to tell me?

I learned many lessons in the last two years, but I’ve pared down Death’s lessons for me to three important ones.

One: Don’t Put Things Off.

Don’t wait for a better time or a better situation or a better paycheck.

My brother-in-law died with so many regrets.