Tonight I faced my fears. Rarely in your life do you get the opportunity to come to that point, that very sharp point where you clearly have the choice to walk into your fear or turn and walk away. The price is often greater to turn your back. Tonight for a split second I faced this decision.
They say I’m brave. When I first heard this I thought of all the things I couldn’t do, wouldn’t do. But over the years I’ve learned to see myself as willing to do what others won’t. I’ve learned that brave is not without fear as I thought, it is the choice to go on with fear in your heart, anyway.
The six of us walked out of the room, carrying all his belongings in plastic bags, nothing more to say. It was over. We walked to the elevator in a group, our heads down, not looking up at the people we passed, all lost in our own thoughts. We reached the elevator, my husband holding the door as the rest of us filed in. Khun Nuk spat out, “his dog!” “The little dog, we forgot the dog!” We looked at each other and since I was the last to enter the elevator and I was only carrying my pocketbook, I said with an audible sigh, “I’ll get it.”
It was a split second decision. I turned and went back. Back down the carpeted hall, with my head down, hoping someone was behind me so I wouldn’t be alone, knowing I was. I walked past the nurses’ station and came to his door. We’d only been gone a moment and still my choice was to turn and get someone to go in with me or face my fear and enter on my own. The slightest hesitation and I knew in my heart, I had to go. I was an adult…I had just walked out…2 minutes ago we were all standing at his side…I could do this…I should do this…I pushed the door open and walked in.
It would have been rude not to have said something, it was his room, he was still there. “Larry, we forgot your dog.” “Larry, we all love you, you are surrounded by love, good by, Larry.” This I said as I walked to his bedside, saw the little stuffed green dog with the dgorji around his neck that I’d brought for him from my recent trip to Bhutan to keep the evil spirits away and to bring him power. I turned and walked out the door, again, alone this time.
Earlier when BY, Ron’s right hand guy and long time friend, was packing up Larry’s things he’d grabbed the neck pillow from the bed, I’d noticed the dog on his pillow and thought, let’s not forget the dog, but neglected to say anything. Now here I was alone in the room to get the dog. Another big sigh.
When I got back to the elevator, everyone was waiting for me and again we all got back in, pushed the button and there was a bit of a group chuckle. Khun Nuk asked, without looking at me, “where you scared? Is your heart beating faster? You were just standing there touching him and now you were scared, weren’t you?” Everyone knew what I’d done. They all knew I had been scared. We were sad and yet still were able to find the funny.