Out of Time

 
For some reason in life we think we have all the time in the world. It’s weird, deep down we know we don’t, yet we live and make plans as if we do. We make plans with people assuming they will be there, we set goals assuming we will be here to reach them, and we take things and people for granted assuming at some point we will have time to finally show our appreciation. Oh how wrong we can be with these assumptions.

I’ve shared before that I used to be an athlete…or at least I think I’ve shared this before. If not, I used to be an athlete. From middle school through college I played basketball, the point guard position to be exact. There was a time that there was nothing in this world I loved more than basketball. I loved the way a new basketball smelled, I loved hearing sneakers screech across a gym floor, I loved the sound of the buzzer at the games, and the echoes in the gym when the crowd yelled. I loved hearing my name and number called as I started every game, the rush of adrenaline I felt as I took my hand and wiped dust off my shoes right before tip off, and the pounding on the gym floor as my team set up our 1-3-1 zone defense for the first time each game. I also loved the look on my opponent’s face when I came flying at them and got a and-one rather than a charge, the feeling of dominance I felt each time I pushed past my opponents and took the ball straight to the hoop, and the way my heart pounded every time my coach called for a full court press…GOD I loved a full court press.  

Although I loved so much about the game of basketball, one thing I hated was the buzzer at the end. I always hated the buzzer at the end. To me, the tone of the buzzer was always harsh…antagonizing if you will.  It also seemed to always come during a point in the game when I felt I had more to do. Even if my team was winning, the ending buzzer still caught me at a time when I felt I had more to do or more to give to the game. See, I always found myself out of time with things still to do.

Two short weeks ago I was reminded of my basketball days when I found myself again out of time with more to do.  March 23 my cousin was murdered, the first murder my paternal family has ever experienced. As I rushed to the murder scene and stood there frozen and shocked, countless memories of him rushed though my mind. As imagines of his smile flashed through my mind, I could hear that silly laugh that always made me laugh. I frantically scanned the scene looking for him, but he was gone. All I could do was stare at the ambulance driving away. When I realized that my cousin was gone, tears started to roll down my face. Deep in my heart I know both his body and spirit were gone, yet I continued to frantically scan the scene for him…only finding his blood on the concrete.  Standing at the scene, I replayed all my good memories of him and couldn’t help but mumble “this does not happen to my family. THIS does not happen to my family.” As I stared at the bloody concrete, my mumble became a shout as the thought of this precious life selfishly taken from my family made me angry. My flow of tears became heavier, and my voice an angry shout “THIS does not happen to my family. Why! I SHOULD’VE SHOWED YOU….PRIDE.”

I’m quite sure those around me wondered if I had suddenly lost my mind. Candidly, I lost a few things standing at that scene. It felt as if someone flipped a lightswitch, and without warning snatched one of the things in my life that I hold dear. For me my family is EVERYTHING. So, what the strangers around me thought of me at that momment was not my concern. My only concern was understanding the scene that was playing out right before my eyes…but my mind refused to grasp it. My mind was adamant about replaying my last interaction with my cousin…which until a few days ago tortured me.

Just one month before his murder, I said some harsh words to my cousin. See, I am known to speak my mind…even if it hurts those around me. I won’t provide the details of the conversation, because honestly they don’t matter. While I ended the conversation with “I love you”, as I looked at my cousin’s blood on the concrete I wondered if he really knew it. See, in life we have to make sure our words match our actions…or the words mean nothing. So, while I spoke love, I had to examine whether I truly showed love. I ended my last conversation with my cousin by saying  “love you, but this is how it is”, never imagining that would be the last thing I would say to him. In my mind, at the time, I was convinced that I would have an opportunity to explain why things were the way they were…life played the buzzer before I could. It never occurred to me that he would be gone before I could ever fix things following our conversation. I never imagined that the step I saw him occupy 3 times a week, would permantely be empty. Or, that the voice yelling “hey cuzzo” that annoyed me as I got out my car because I was always in a rush, would now be just a memory. 

I have spent weeks crying and reflecting, wondering if life allowed a do over  what I would do differently. After around the clock reflection, I reached a conclusion that actually surprised me. If life allowed me to do things differently, my conversation with him would be exactly the same. While it was a difficult conversation, it came from a place of love…a love that was shown everyday of my life. So, while I wish our last conversation was filled with jokes and songs like countless others, even with a harsh message love was at the base. 

I share this to say that we should recognize our time on this earth has an expiration date. Look around you, find the people you know in your heart you take for granted and treat them better. Identify the people you always assume will be there, then envision them gone. Does that make you want to treat them differently? If so, do it right this minute. 


14 thoughts on “Out of Time

  1. My condolences to you and yours, my dear friend. To lose a loved one is heart-wrenching, especially when it is unexpected:( You have such beautiful and wise words to say and although there may still be some healing left, your incredible strength is evident. Many hugs out to you!

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  2. I’m so sorry for your loss. Thank you for the reminder to us all. Your blog keeps your cousin’s memory alive, and your encouragement for readers to treat our loved ones differently sends a ripple of goodness out from a place of such shock, rage, pain, loss, and grief. I wish I had any words that matter in a moment like this, but words can sometimes feel so meaningless. You’re in my thoughts, friend-stranger.

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  3. This is so true…great post. There are family members that I didn’t get to meet because they passed away before I got the chance – I’m doing my best to connect with others, whether they want me to or not!
    Life is indeed too short. It should be appreciated, as well as those we love.

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  4. Oh, I am so sad, so sorry that such a thing could have happened, did happen. I have no words.

    But your message is a good one. Make sure those you love know you love them. Because you never know.

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  5. I’m glad you’ve found peace with that last conversation.

    But even when those last moments are NOT what we would want – we need to be self-forgiving. We simply could not live our lives as though every conversation would be our last with that person. I think our species just isn’t built that way.

    So…when we do fail, we need to be “our own best friend.” We would tell our best friend, “Give yourself a break. Everyone makes mistakes.” If we are – on the whole and most of the time – kind and loving, that really HAS to be enough. Only the saintly are kind and righteous all the time – and there are damned few of them in this world. That’s why they’re called saints! To distinguish them from us mere mortals.

    Take very good care of yourself, my dear friend.

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    1. Thanks lady, I get what you’re saying and agree with most of it. But, I do think it is possible to live like each moment may be your last. It may not change what you say or how you act in every instance…but it could. For my situation, I would’ve still had that same difficult conversation, but, rather than a “I’m pissed but will still hug you hug”, I would’ve given him a much different embrace. When my hubs leaves in the morning I will make it a point to say I love you or resolve conflicts as soon as possible rather than being completely fine being pissed for several days. This situation just showed me I have to change a few things about me. I can say that I do in fact take time and people for granted…and it has to change. I ignore calls assuming they will just hit me back later. I ignore emails assuming I’ll have another time to respond to them. When people cross my mind, rather than check on them I shrugs my shoulders and say “ugh, I don’t feel like talking to anyone so I will do it tomorrow.” It’s those things that I intend to change. Now, don’t’ get me wrong, I don’t plan to get ridiculous with this and rekindle dead relationships. But, the people that I do in fact hold dear in my life, I will stop assuming they will still be here when I wake up or when I am ready to talk and etc. Ya know?

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