“This is my Nana’s coat. My Nana died yesterday.
When someone suffers from a terminal illness, you think you’ll know what to expect when they eventually pass away. You like to imagine you’ll be somewhat emotionally equipped for it. I was under this impression too, and for the most part, I was right. I was composed when I received the message that she had passed, when I arrived at her house and saw her afterward, and when the doctor came to verify her death. I was composed when I kissed her forehead for the last time and watched the undertakers carry her away.
I held it together for almost the entire day. It was only as we were getting ready to leave her house, that the silliest thing got to me; I caught sight of her coat hanging off the banister. It was the most profoundly forlorn thing I’d ever seen.
It had not been moved since she had placed it there, which was the last time she ever left her house, on Christmas Day last year. It was hung up when she arrived home like it would be on any other day, only it didn’t know this was the last time it would ever be worn. There was something so hauntingly sad about seeing it hang there in its normal place like it was waiting to be picked up and worn again.
It wasn’t until this moment that I realized she was really gone. It dawned on me that ‘gone’ isn’t some throwaway term or vast black hole by which you can define the absence of someone; it’s the little empty spaces, like a vacant armchair or the slippers by their bed or a redundant coat hanging off the end of the stairs.
‘Gone’ is the half-finished scarf in my Nana’s knitting bag and the packet of jelly babies in her treat cupboard with only half the contents left. ‘Gone’ is the dreadfully trashy subscription magazines on her coffee table which won’t ever get to be read. ‘Gone’ is the hideous 1970’s electric fireplace in her living room that she’ll never switch on again. ‘Gone’ is the watering can inside her conservatory, painfully unaware that she won’t be using it to bring her beautiful garden to life this Spring.
When we lose someone, we scan our minds for the most striking memories we have. We look for the big and the brilliant, for the sentimental and the sensational.
In our search for these, we often overlook the charm of the wonderfully ordinary moments in between. I stand in my Nana’s kitchen now and I wish I could just watch her fold her laundry or clean her dishes or make herself a cup of tea – inane, trivial things we take for granted but would kill to experience one more time when it’s all over.
I won’t end this on a patronizing, platitudinous, ‘You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone,’ kind of note. I’ll leave you with something a little more unconventional: appreciate it the next time you see your loved one put on their coat. Savor that second where they’re stood in front of you in the flesh in glorious living form, touchable and huggable and real. Embrace the image of them cooking or drinking from their favorite mug or smiling as they walk through the front door.
These are the moments that string together each and every existence. These are the moments that punctuate every beautiful, understated day, so hold on to the value of each moment before it becomes a memory. Squeeze it tight in your heart because one day, unbeknownst to you, will be the last time you’ll ever experience it. One day you may just find yourself in the position that I’m in now, standing before an abandoned coat, wishing you could hug the person who was once inside it just one more time.
Until we meet again, Nana.”
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