If you found out that you were going to die soon, what sort of note would you leave behind? Who would it be addressed to?
Don’t worry, nobody around here is dying (except you, Ben Pratt. And soon). I read the sidebar article about the little girl who died of cancer and left hundreds of little love notes secreted all around the house for her family, and I though that was one of the most touching things I’d ever heard. I suspect that my own notes would be more mixed: some love notes, some notes of apology (no note for you, Ben Pratt!), some notes of regret. Mostly, I’d want my wife and kids to know what a wonderful force for good and hope they’ve been. I’d also try to write little jokey notes to my friends to let them know that I love them, too.
The point of the exercise is not simply to generate maudlin feelings or a false need to urgently express love; rather, I was thinking of it as a form of Alma’s questioning in Alma 5, a means of generating introspection about one’s place in the universe and the role our human relationships have in forming our impressions. For that dying girl, her entire world was one of love for her family. That thought causes me to reconsider what it might really mean to be as a little child.
So, what sort of notes would you leave behind?