Die Twice

I have been absent lately because of my hip replacement and the rehab that has and is taking place. Sorry about that. But I can tell you all is well, and the doc cleared me to go back to working with kids in a middle school, which I absolutely love.

During rehab, I got caught up on shows I recorded but didn’t watch, as well as movies I’ve always wanted to see but never did so. I also did a great deal of reading and especially writing, which is my passion, second only to my wife and family.

One show I watch regularly, even binge watch, is NCIS. Kim and I watch reruns on weekends, but we are behind in the new season. But I caught the “Tribute to Ducky” episode. Ducky was played by David McCallum, who died in real life recently. The episode covered his death well. It was both poignant and touching, and brought back many cast members who had left the show, either by in person cameos or by video clip as Ducky was remembered.

One of the opening scenes was Leon telling the members of the team what Ducky told him when his wife died (on the show). Ducky told him, “We all die twice. Once when our bodies wear out. The second, when our stories stop being told.” 

We Die Twice … 

I honestly never thought about that. I never heard that before. But it makes sense, doesn’t it? 

At the age of 70, I’ve lost family members and friends along the way. Some, I remember dearly, as well as clearly. I remember when and how it happened, and where I was when I found out. My nephew Jared and other nieces and nephews. My friend, Tom. My dad and mom and my sisters, Donna, Betty, Mary, and Joanne. Our son and my daughter's brother, Wil. 

Something I watch or read or see might remind me of someone I lost, and it brings to mind an event and, with it, a story about that person. When I get together with my remaining family, we retell stories, many of which have been told over and over, and the stories always bring a smile or a laugh. Sometimes, a tear.

I know I might sometimes bore my girls by retelling the same stories over and over, but the stories mean so much to me, because the person I’m talking about means so much to me. Both Hannah and Emily, even Kim, indulge me by listening again … and again … and …

In that same NCIS episode, someone mentions (I forget who), “It’s (the stories) all we have left, really. The stories we leave behind.” But one person responded, “Not really. It’s the people we’ve touched along the way.”

That comment touched my soul, as much and even more, as the Die Twice quote. “It’s the people we’ve touched along the way.” 

Again, at 70, people have come into and have left my life like waiters in a restaurant (a Stephen King line). With 48 years of being in education, can you even guess at the number of kids (and teachers, and fellow counselors, coaches and administrators) I’ve worked with? I can’t. It boggles my mind. Some I remember, while some, sadly, I don’t. Former students, now adults, greet me and tell me I was their teacher, their counselor, their coach, or their principal, and sometimes, I’m caught in embarrassment because I don’t recall them. Yet, I must have meant enough for them to come forward. 

And when they do, they might share a story, an event, a time. I love it and only hope that those I might never see again feel the same way about me and feel comforted because I might have touched their life positively.

My hope, though, is for each of us to allow the memories of our dear losses to remain fresh by the retelling of their stories. And my hope is for each of us to remember whether or not we realize it, we’re touching lives. We’re affecting- either positively or negatively- those who come into contact with us. My prayer is that somehow, someway, my memory causes a smile, a warm feeling, and that my impact was a blessing. Something to think about … 

Live Your Life, and Make A Difference! 

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