Gather Ye Rosebuds while Ye May - John William Waterhouse 1909 |
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
- 17th century poem
"To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time"
by Robert Herrick
Today is my grandmother's birthday. She was born on the 27 May 1894. If she were alive today, she would be 117. I was telling Rocket (who is 6 years) this morning over breakfast, and pointed out to him that she died when she was 98 years old. 'What did she die from, mum?' Rocket asked. "Old age', I replied. "Old Age??!!', he exclaimed.
I realised in that moment, that death in his six year old eyes is in terms of something going wrong. My father died of cancer, Rocket hears about things like Cylcones, Flood, Tsunami's, and people getting sick. I'm sure that we have talked about old age in the past, but this has been so thoroughly overtaken by various disasters and illnesses, that it had been forgotten. Obviously none of us like to dwell on the thought of death, especially not with our children, but I realise this morning that his only concept of death was one where something had gone wrong, something that could (and maybe should) have been avoided, rather than a natural concept of being alive. Every creature on earth is born, lives their life and then dies. Perhaps it would be better for him to be getting this message, as just a part of life, rather than something horrible and tragic.
How do you explain Death to your children?
Perhaps this is a little too philosophical for a Friday morning, so I better get back to tidying the house! And after that, I will try and make sure that I do something meaningful and special today, and 'Gather Some Rosebuds'. What are your thoughts on making each day count?