"Sylvie had an amazing life, but she didn't get to live it very often."
-- The Great Good Thing, by Roderick Townley
I've been thinking about life and story quite a bit lately and how they mesh together. How we create our own life stories. Not to say, we have control over everything. Someone getting cancer does not have control of that tragic turn in their story. But, we do get to shape how we deal with those conflicts. Much like a character showing bravery in a dark moment, we can show bravery. Or not.
One of my Uncles died last night. I wasn't close to him but I knew enough his story to be sad. Heartbroken at a young age because of the death of his wife in an ice-related car accident, he never recovered. He was the one driving. And he was unconscious during her funeral. His wife was my mother's sister--my name sake. But the saddest part is that he chose not to live after that. He quit life. He withdrew. Nothing mattered past that moment of losing her. He lived a bitter, angry life. That said, I've never lost someone that dear to me, so who's to say I wouldn't do the same. But even so, it makes me sad.
I hope at the end of my life no one will say, "Catherine had an amazing life, but she didn't (choose to) live it very often."
What do you hope will be said of you?