“On the home stretch.”
Paul wrote this to the doctor. “On the home stretch.” These words have a particularly poignancy when written by your dying spouse.
I wonder what he imagines “home” to be.
I’ve been thinking about the vanishing point in art. A road or path, stream maybe, that goes off into the distance will eventually seem to vanish. We know that it’s just perspective, that if we were to walk the path or the bank of that stream, that point would keep moving because the road goes ever on and on. We, stopped where we are, just can’t see it anymore. I imagine death being that point. The path, and Paul, will go on but we will be stopped here in this earthly place unable to see beyond the place of vanishing. But others will be there waiting. Paul’s mom and grandparents, his good friend Greg Johnson.
We all know how this is going to end but it’s hard to fathom. And it will be harder when we go home without him. Already, before we even came to hospice, I missed saying good-bye. It was a ritual for Paul. Whenever I went out, even if I had already gone to wherever he was in the house and kissed him good-bye, he’d come to the door, kiss me again and stand there while I waited for the elevator. Whether I was going to work for the day or to yoga class for an hour, he said good-bye at the door.
Paul had a ritual with Finn too. After Finn left, Paul would stand at the window and wait the few minutes it would take Finn to make it down the elevator or stairs and out the front door. As Finn hit the drive Paul would wave from the window and Finn would turn and wave back. They did this long past even high school, until Paul was in too much pain to move from the couch.
Paul was not just like that with us. As the assistant manager of our high rise for many years, Paul paid attention. He knew everyone by name, suite number and often what car they drove. He helped people out. I used to tell him that he was like the pastor to the people of Vista Royale. We have neighbours from many different places and he made it a point of learning how to greet people in their own language of origin.
Late in October I went to a retreat at IslandWood, a beautiful centre on Bainbridge Island near Seattle. It was a special time of discernment and retreat with the Center for Courage and Renewal. One morning as we were talking about mentors I had this realization that Paul has been one of my greatest mentors. I learned so much from him. He taught me to not take things so seriously. He taught me patience, although I may not have been a good student of that. He taught me perseverance.
Most of all he taught me love. Every day when I left the house and he walked me to the door to kiss me good-bye, I knew I was loved. Just that. Everything else, all of the ways that he took care of us - laundry and meals and dishes and knowing what we needed and finding things we lost - reinforced what I knew when he stood at the door. He taught me how to be a loving presence by standing at the door as the elevator came.
We can only watch as Paul will take the final steps to the vanishing point. We cannot go past the door to this world yet. But we’ve kissed good-bye and will wait with him while the elevator comes.
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1/20/2017 10:53:02 am
Yesterday as I was leaving after my visit with Paul, he came to the door and waved good bye until I was at the end of the hallway. Bless his heart.
1/20/2017 11:26:39 am
Again, my love to you. All three of you are in my heart. You expressed this beautifully, Kimiko. Hugs.
1/20/2017 12:41:59 pm
It was wonderful visiting with Paul on Wednesday Kimiko. Such a fantastic human being. Gave him a big hug before I left and I thought of him all the way home. We will keep him in our hearts. Glen & Julie
1/23/2017 07:52:17 am
I remember hearing Paul's music first time @ my long time friend Rick Chapman's apt.years ago now. Awesome then and now. The power of great music will always overshadow the hurt we all surely will meet at some time.Great work Rick , friends of Paul and family.
1/26/2017 08:07:04 pm
Very Short Birdland Story - A very long time ago I recall thinking, "That Kimiko - she's something else!" Soon after that I saw you with Paul and thought, "Oh, well."
2/6/2017 10:54:14 pm
3/17/2019 06:08:24 pm
I may know know Paul Leahy personally, but I can feel that he is a great person because of the words they have for Paul. I must say that he was able to live good life because he touched a lot of it. He made an impact to these people, and there is no reason for all of us not to be inspired by people who possess this kind of personality. By the way, I will always go after what they believe is true. How I wish I have gotten the chance to know him better. I can feel that if I had that chance, I will be inspired by the kind of personality that he has.
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