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A Life of Little Deaths | February 14, 2013

The act of getting old really has two parts of it.

During the second half of anyone’s life there is the usual noticeable decline that can be severely pronounced in some people.

I heard many years ago that the secret of longevity is to pick good parents.

In my own case as I wade more deeply into my 70th year both of my parents lived into their very early nineties.

Unfortunately my mother had been gradually losing her mind to dementia since she was about 70-72.

I am not exactly certain when that started but I am sure that to the observant–not me or my father–but to her friends the signs were definitely there.

Gradual signs

She had stopped reading her romance novels, which had become her favorite pastime.

She started forgetting her way home from a department store on Queens Boulevard that was two miles from home and other smaller incidents of memory loss.

My father’s decline was much more gradual and it centered more on his body than his mind.

Sure he did not have the current memory he did when he was a young man but I was amazed at the time when he must have 90 that he recited verbatim text-book definitions from his medical books at NYU.

That memory was still sharp and precise.

My father had a much harder time in letting go, which is the other side of the getting old coin.

I felt his pain as we had to explain to him why he needed to move from the only house he had ever lived in.

I could see the sadness in his face when he said that if he did his life would be over.

And it was.

He proceeded to break his hip, not once but twice.

Six months after we virtually kidnapped him to a new facility for the elderly at St. John’s Hospital, he died of pneumonia.

It was over

My mother was a different story.

Her will never saw it coming.

She lost her thinking, emotions, and fears is a slow gradual process that required nothing of her but to act naturally.

Nature did the rest.

Nature took its course

I dread either course.

To me letting go is the defining principle that is necessary for learning how to accept the inevitable.

It is the only way to insure a happy death.

As I attend more and more funerals and wakes, I have learned about how others have faced something that I have dreaded since I saw a TV cowboy hero succumb to bullet wounds in a ditch when I was six years old.

That seemed so real to me and the fact that he was one of the good guys made a deep impression on me.

Letting go is the only way to control our willfulness to hang on to the things that give us comfort and protection on earth.

In some cases these last things could have been our vices and addictions that have kept us away from God.

As St. Augustine petitioned as a young man, Lord, make me pure…just not now.

That prayer is probably the most common prayer of the vast majority of people, who do not like to give up even their little vices, such as a candy bar before bed, a nitecap in the late afternoon and perhaps Playboy Magazine, for the articles of course.

This thought underscores the importance of Lent, in which Christians are supposed to mortify the flesh and desires so as prepare for their final act of giving up and letting go.

Ash Wednesday

Need mortification

But mortifications of the flesh are much more difficult when nature is already doing a good job of it.

What’s wrong with a little pleasure of food or even sex–married sex of course— when your body hurts all the time and you have trouble sleeping?

I really don’t have an answer for that.

I hope that the last thing I have to let go of is my regular massage.

It has been the one thing that has made senescence tolerable.

Speaking of sex, the word orgasm literally means little death or what the French call la petite mort.

In on of his poems, Percy Shelly associates orgasm with death when he writes about the death which lovers love.

One thing I can add is that fear of the final self-release from the world has prompted me to take better care of myself.

I try to eat healthy foods and I exercise at least twice a week.

Since my massage therapist keeps telling me that she is giving me passive exercise–make that four times a week total.

The term letting go is really a euphemism for dying.

It doesn’t have to be the Big Sleep.

But  as Jesus us said we have to die to sin…to the attachments of the earth that will distract us from the promise of salvation and eternal happiness.

Life is filled with all of these little deaths.

That is one of the saddest facts of my life.

I often wonder what happened to the people who I knew for just a few bleeps on the monitor of life, and then disappeared from me for the rest of my life.

My loss of contact was just one of those little deaths that fills our lives almost on a daily basis.

Nostalgia for our youth, the games of childhood and the learning, living and loving experiences we all have is more a pinning or recognition of those many little deaths or orgasms of the spirit…of the memory.

All kinds of “little deaths”

Little deaths follow us in into middle age.

We all have to die to our youth.

The sad truth of the matter is that we have to die to or put away to things of a child as St. Paul urged in his First Corinthians 13:11.

Those words of wisdom were preached to my freshman class at Holy Cross during orientation in 1961.

That is so hard for so many–especially men.

We all go through some form of mid-life crisis.

I know I did.

Knew the “why” of letting go

Now I guess I am having an end of life crisis.

To people who have led a life of self-denial with hundreds of tiny orgasms of the will this letting go should be relatively easy.

That is one of the most brilliant and wise aspects of my Catholic faith.

One that I wish I had followed a lot more closely.

By adopting a total acceptance of all of these little deaths, I think it will help me accept the larger version of it when I take my last breath.

I think now is the time to get my will in as good a shape as my body.

Then perhaps I will be able to experience what I have heard on at least three occasions from friends or spouses of friends that there was talk of a beatific presence during the dying person’s last moment.

That in itself will be well worth letting go for.

These little deaths get us ready for the final letting go of life.

As the main character in All That Jazz laments near the end of his life and the movie, Good Bye My Life Goodbye.

Bye Bye Life

But the good news is that the end of our earthly lives are hopefully just the beginning of something far better and way more exciting.

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5 Comments »

  1. Dear BB, Obsessed with death. I am also as I am 87.
    But upon drinking LIMU, I have become more positive.
    It also helps the brain and restores persons who have alz and dementia. I have several testimonies on different diseases that have been cured. LIMU being the most perfect food , allows the body to heal itself.
    After throwing away my walker, today I visited Kent House and viewed an art exhibit, then went to the chapel to say a rosary in front of the monstrance containing Jesus. Also went to the beauty shop, bank and catholic book store. I am walking a mile in the Mall on M-W-F. LIMU is so new that many doctors have not heard of it but I can give you a phone number of a local doctor who uses it. Life is glorious.

    Comment by Mary B. Lachney — February 15, 2013 @ 3:17 am

    • I definitely will ask my doctor to learn about it. How come you can only get it through personal representatives? I am correct about am I not? I would feel better if I could go into the local drug store and purchase it and of course has the FDA checked in on it and I know they have their own politics that undermine medical practice. Bb

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      Comment by bbprof — February 15, 2013 @ 2:48 pm

  2. What is LIMU???? I’m 57, not 87, but it sounds great.

    Comment by Jeff — February 15, 2013 @ 4:52 am

    • It is an interesting product that I have yet to run by my doctor but I plan to soon. They do encourage users to sell the product for them and it has some controversy associated with its claims. I suggest you check it out on-line and don’t take it without a doctor’s approval. It is intriguing to say the least. BB

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      Comment by bbprof — February 15, 2013 @ 2:46 pm

  3. This is exquisite. Thank you.

    Comment by Steve — May 25, 2013 @ 4:54 pm


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After graduating from Holy Cross, Bill Borst earned an MA in Asian History from St. John's University and a Ph.D in American History from St. Louis University. (1972) A former New Yorker, he taught for many years in the St. Louis area, while also hosting a weekly radio show on WGNU from 1984-2006. He currently is a regular substitute for conservative Phyllis Schlafly on KSIV radio. (1320) He is the author of two books on social history, "Liberalism: Fatal Consequences," and "The Scorpion and the Frog: A Natural Conspiracy." He just retired as the Features editor of the Mindszenty Foundation Monthly Report. In his 11 years from 2003-2013 he wrote nearly 130 essays on Catholic culture and world affairs. Many in St. Louis also know him as the "Baseball Professor," because of a course that he offered at Maryville College from 1973-74. It was arguably the first fully-accredited baseball history course in the Midwest.The author of several short books on the old St. Louis Browns, he started the St. Louis Browns Historical Society in 1984. In 2009 his first two plays were produced on the local stage. "The Last Memory of an Ol' Brownie Fan," ran six performances at the Sound Stage in Crestwood and "A Perfect Choice" ran for two performances at the Rigali Center Theater in Shrewsberry. His third play, "A Moment of Grace," ran six performances at DeSmet High School in January of 2011with First Run Theater in January of 2011. He is currently working on a 4th play, "A Family Way," which is a comedy about a happy dysfunctional family. He can reached at bbprof@sbcglobal.net

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