The Cost Of Comfort
The news came via email and while it was not a surprise it still made me sad.
“I can’t make it tomorrow, my mother passed away after Thanksgiving dinner”
That’s not verbatim but it is accurate and that is enough to share some thoughts with you in rapid and perhaps random fashion.
What is The Cost Of Comfort?
I am jammed for time so this won’t be elegant, eloquent or as thoughtful as I might like, but that is not a reason not to share these with you.
I need some new dress clothes but have been dragging my feet about purchasing them for several reasons, not the least of which is I don’t have to wear them with any sort of regularity. That makes them low on the priority list, but there are two others that jump out at me.
- I am in between sizes. Diet and exercise are slowly but surely having an impact so I haven’t wanted to buy anything new.
- Time of year- cash is tight and there is a long list of things that are not wants but needs.
Vanity plays a role here. Most of my “gear” is worn and tired looking. The two suits I like best don’t fit and the ones that do are like said, worn.
So I ask myself about comfort, is my comfort all that important. The point of attending a funeral isn’t to look good for others or myself.
Yet, there is something to be said for wearing clothes that fit and don’t make me look like the homeless guy around the corner.
Quality of Life Now and Later
My friend’s mother had breast cancer and hadn’t been doing well for a while now. They live out of town so they do their best to come home regularly to visit and the cancer made it more important to spend quality time as often as possible.
I don’t think we are ever truly ready to say goodbye to our parents, no matter how old we may be. It is always nice to have mom/dad there to talk to.
No one expected things to move this quickly. They didn’t expect this to be a long drawn out process but they didn’t expect it to end so suddenly either.
Yet I can’t help but think about whether this might be a blessing of some sort. The quality of our entire life is important and many times we see the end reach a place and point at which dignity is a memory and pain a constant companion.
Sometimes I think about what we do to help prolong the lives of those we love and I wonder whether we are doing it for them or for us. What is the cost of comfort and whose comfort are we looking out for.
And now I am going to go fight the hordes to pick up that pair of slacks. The cost of comfort is mitigated by the comfort I will try to provide for a friend.
Don’t ask me if that is rationalizing away my own vanity or a reasonable explanation ‘cuz I am already gone.