A courageous phone call

A courageous phone call

About three months ago a really gently spoken lady rang me up and asked me if I would meet up with her because she wanted to organise her own funeral. You will appreciate that I don’t get many phone calls like that! Its such a courageous thing to do, to face death so candidly.
This lady explained that she had been diagnosed with cancer around two years ago, and although she was still trying to live life, she was increasingly aware that her time was limited; she desperately wanted to get things in place so that the people she loved knew exactly what to do when she died.
We arranged to meet up, several times in fact, but each time when our date arrived, she was far too ill. I once went round to her house only to find that she had been admitted to hospital again. That day she rang me from hospital to apologise; instead of being concerned for herself, she was worried about how her hospital admission had affected me!
So although I never actually got to meet her before she died, it was still my pleasure to speak about her at her funeral. We talked quite a bit on the phone and she came across as a very intelligent lady, someone who knew her own mind very well, but also as a warm and gentle person who cared deeply and selflessly about others right to the very end of her life.

I found out from her family after she died that this was indeed the case.
Although she liked everything from classical to rock music, this was her favourite song of all time.