I originally chose this question because when I wrote it I had spent quite a few hours with my Granny, who was unfortunately in the process of passing away.
This time around, I’m writing this after my other grandmother was buried, meaning all my grandparents have now passed.
I was scared to go see my gran in 2016 in case it was too painful. But I went. And I was glad I did. In 2018 with my other grandmother, I was scared to go see her every day because I was always afraid that when I went she would be gone. Eventually I got the call to say she had passed away.
These experiences have helped to sharpen my answer to this question. What’s the most important thing in life?
Friends and family.
When someone is dying, it brings family together. There’s a shared commune of sadness when brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, and all the rest, come together to be with whoever is on their way out.
It puts everything in perspective. What matters and what doesn’t, what’s important and what’s trivial.
I guess what’s most important in life is living well enough that, when you’re dying, there are people who’ll sit with you, stroke your hair, hold your hand…
That’s the most important thing.