After sunset then, I’d just finished meditating in the quiet of my bedroom. My tradition is to ring the singing bowl three times as I come back to this rational realm of living. That’s a touch that I witnessed many a time during meditation retreats … but I do it differently. In the hall of the Insight Meditation Society in Barre, Massachusetts, the teacher rings the bell a second time before the sound of the first strike fades, and the same with the third. I wait until the flow of each has fallen into silence. It feels right so I do it.
Headlights passed before my window left to right and right to left, way off in the distance on Harrietsville Drive. I rose from the chair … and lay down on my bed – an unusual choice in such a moment. I rested on my back in the darkness and closed my hands over my heart. There was no intention. My hands merely found their way to the centre.
A perfect coffin dweller, I thought. So there I was, feeling into my life. My casket time may be next week or thirty years down the road. Either way, it’s coming. I wondered if I’ll leave something behind. Would it be so awful if I didn’t? No. But I think I will.
A Grade 6 boy approached me at home time today and whispered “Don’t tell anybody, but I think you’re the best teacher in the school.” I smiled and put my hand on his shoulder. “Thank you.” I’m actually a volunteer in the class, but I appreciate his thought.
On the way home, I stopped at the local arena to vote in Canada’s federal election. On the way out the door, I saw a school bus come to a stop, and out came one of my favourite students from three years ago. She’s in high school now. We walked towards each other. I know I made an impact on her back then but she was nervous with me today … a little distant, a little formal. We traded news and said goodbye.
One kid, one teen. I like to think I’ve touched both of their lives, even if that wasn’t so clear today. And now I smile as I write. The answer has bubbled up:
Yes, you have
5 thoughts on “After I’m Gone”
Yes Bruce you’ve touched many lives, made many contributions – you’ll always live on in those you’ve touched. You’re an impossible soul to forget! Cheers
Thank you for being so kind, Lance. And thanks for not forgetting me.
Think of you whenever I look out my kitchen window. You were a good neighbour and friend.
Thank you, Carol. I’ve enjoyed your friendship.
Thanks for the information on your move. Mike is still busy working. The rest of the neighborhood is pretty much the same. New people in the Scotts house. Nice family with two young kids. The people that purchased your home have two young kids as well. It’s nice to see youngsters on the road again. Hope all is well