On the plane I saw a woman carrying a book called Insights on Death and Dying. I had a feeling that she might be a religious freak.
She moved over to sit in the window seat. We had an empty middle seat between us.
She asked me if I was from Salt Lake City. I told her I wasn’t. She asked if I smoked. I told her I didn’t.
She was coming back from her first trip to the big apple. It was a present from her boyfriend for having graduated from Nursing School. Flowers would have been enough she said. She was from Idaho Falls. I had no idea where that was.
I asked, and she told me that she wanted to go into Hospice Nursing. I didn’t really know what that was. She told me that she was drawn to it after caring for her aging grandmother, and comforting her as she died. She said it was the most important thing she has done in her life.
I asked her about her time in New York. She said that she loved it. Shopped, walked. Loved it. She also showed me a bruise that had come after someone, she swears, slipped her roofies when she was out at a club in the village. She told me about a car accident she had after days and days of partying back in Idaho. She showed me the scars on her legs.
She told me that people die the way they lived. If they’ve been fighting their whole lives, they fight until the end. If their lives have been chaotic and confused, so are their final days. I had never thought about it before. Probably because I haven’t known very many deaths.
I told her that I had just left my sick grandmother who I thought at 88 still had a lot of life to live. She told me stories of people who had lived to 96. She told me about a man who wanted to resuscitate his wife of 35 years who was dying of kidney cancer. She told me that the order could have resulted in broken ribs. For him it would have been better than a broken heart. But broken hearts and bodies are unavoidable in this life I said.
She referred to her boyfriend who was 16 years older than she was- with 3 teenagers. Then she mentioned having 6 knee surgeries. And then a drug addiction that lasted 12 years. And then having recently lost 75 pounds. She said she had turned her life around. She said it was god’s hand. I told her she must be proud.
The numbers qualified her life to me.
I told her there must be some reason I had met her. That fate’s twists and turns must have meant for us to meet. She told me she was looking out the window and was wondering at the beauty of the world. With the bright strip of blue as she looked outside. There’s more than us she said.
She told me I looked healthy and that I had a sweet spirit. I told her that her eyes and her future seemed bright.