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H.O.P.E. - Hold On, Pain Ends


"Once you choose hope, anything's possible. " Christopher Reeves

My father was very sick before he passed away in the wee hours of a cold January morning nearly five years ago. During the last month of his life, he either spent a lot of time in the hospital (due to several bouts of pneumonia related to his COPD) or at the dialysis center (due to his failing kidneys). He was very sick.

The doctor’s discharged him from the hospital two days before he died because he was doing a little better. They would have preferred he go to a rehabilitation center but my mom wanted him home. I sat with him the day before he died while my mom went to pick up some medicine for him. He told me, while we ate lunch, that he was not that sick and that he would be driving again very soon. He said it so emphatically as if he knew something I didn’t.

Not only was he convinced that he would  be driving very soon (something he hadn’t been able to do for months before he passed) but he would also be fixing cars again (as he loved to do) and going on trips with my mom. I tried to tell him that he probably wouldn’t be doing those things but he didn't want to hear it. His dismissal of my realistic viewpoint annoyed me somewhat.

I've always prided myself on being a realist, one who is able to accept things as they are, no matter what the circumstance, and I knew that my father wasn’t going to get better. I also knew that he, most likely, would never drive again. I felt that he should face that reality but in the end decided not push the issue.

My father wasn’t a gambling man, and he only played the lottery when the hype of a big jackpot created buzz and excitement drawing everyone out to buy tickets. Nonetheless, he loved the Publisher’s Clearing House Sweepstake. As far back as I can remember, he would fill out the entry forms a couple of times a year and we would have fun imagining Ed McMahan coming to the door to tell us we’d won.  The day before he died, after we’d had lunch, he filled out his last form.

The next morning, as the funeral home came to remove his body, the Publisher’s Clearing House envelope, stamped and ready to be mailed, sat on the counter. I stared at it, almost feeling sorry for him, as I  remembered the last few moments I had with my dad when he was so convinced he’d be healthy, driving, and fixing cars again very soon. 

And then, it hit me.

He hadn’t been in denial. He had been hopeful.

He hadn't allowed me to ruin his hope with my realistic take on his illness. He needed to believe that he would be better soon. Maybe because he could feel his death was imminent, and perhaps it was easier to imagine a life doing the things he loved rather than focus on the uncertainty of death. Maybe he believed in the power of postive thinking. Who knows? What I do know is that his optimism, his hope, helped make his last few hours on earth happy ones.

It was then that I realized you could be a realist and be optimistic too. See, hope is an attitude. It’s an expectation that things will be all right. It doesn’t mean you get to choose how those things get better but you must believe that whatever you are expereincing will pass, and brighter days will be ahead.

No matter what you’re going through - death of a loved one, loss of a job, dissolution of a marriage, etc. - you need hope. And if you can’t see it, you must let others see it for you. Sometimes, just knowing that someone else made it through a similar difficult time is enough. Then, hang on to that hope because life will, and does, always get better.

As I put the Publisher’s Clearing House envelope in the mailbox the morning my dad died, I imagined him up in heaven in a 1954 Chevy. I saw his arm hanging out the driver’s side window, a pack of smokes rolled up in the sleeve of his white t-shirt, and a smile stretched across his face as he drove past me and waved. 

My father passed away believing that everything would be all right. He imagined all the things that made him happy and, I believe, he truly felt those things would happen. I also believe they did.




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