A friend of mine had a tradition during college that started when we met my sophomore year. On the last night on campus, he would stop by my dorm at 2 a.m. and make me drop everything to take a walk with him. He knew I would be up all night packing. I always waited until the last minute to pack my stuff for the 21-hour car ride back to Texas. The first year I resisted the invitation: “Joe, I need to finish packing. I have everything planned out to the minute so that my stuff will be on the curb ready to go when my parents come by tomorrow. I cannot waste any time.” But like a good friend, he insisted: “You have no choice. It’s our last day on campus this year. You will not get this moment back.” I rolled my eyes at his sentimentality, but I went.
We walked from my dorm to the Clarke Memorial Fountain first, a war memorial that stood in front of the student center. “Stop,” my friend insisted. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he made me pause and face the fountain and take in the sound of the rushing water. “Do you realize that this moment right here is the very last time you will stand in front of this fountain…” I almost interrupted him to say we’d be back in front of it daily next year, but then he continued, “…as a sophomore at Notre Dame?” I rolled my eyes again. “OK, Joe.” He just smiled and invited me to take it in. Then we continued our journey.
We walked to a bunch of places we frequented during the year, and each time he repeated his instruction: “Stop, Gretchen. Look. Take it all in. This is the very last time you’ll be right here as a sophomore.” After an hour or so, he returned me to my dorm so I could finish packing.
We repeated our last night walks together each year after that. They were both sentimental and filled with laughter and joy. One year it rained, and he added to his script: “Do you realize this is the last time we will walk in the rain and be covered in the mud of this campus this year?”
I never forgot those walks.
I did not pause to soak in my college experience much while it happened. In fact, I am not someone who remembers to pause to soak in much of anything. I am constantly on the move until I am asleep. I am always doing something, thinking something, creating something. Joe knew that and took it on himself to force me to pause at least once a year and see the beauty and the blessing in the experience. He forced me to recognize the “lasts” in every moment.
I wonder now, if I had only recognized the lasts present in the moments like these with him last year, would I have paused longer to soak them in?
Last month, a colleague and a friend passed away. Jack’s presence around school was undeniable, and not just because he was 6’8”. He was a constant mentor for me over the past 18 years. He had this habit whenever he saw me walking by in the hallway. Like my college friend, Jack would place his hands on my shoulders to get me out of my own head and make me stop and take notice of where I was and who was around me. “Don’t let it pass you by, Gretchen,” he’d say. I wonder now, if I had only recognized the lasts present in the moments like these with him last year, would I have paused longer to soak them in?
As I enter now into the busiest part of my semester, both Joe’s voice and Jack’s are constants in my head, reminding me to find the moments of pause. I feel their hands on my shoulders as they say, “Stop, Gretchen. Look. Take it all in. This is a moment you will never get back.”
What if we recognized the lasts in every moment? How would that change how we show up in the world?
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Thanks Gretchen. Each moment, each person, each day, each event – beautiful gifts to cherish.
Good story. Good content and message. Thanks.
Thank you so much, Gretchen, for this thoughtful reflection. It came at the perfect moment for me. I’m a person who is always making lists, checking things off, being “productive”, even though my sons are grown and I’m retired. Just last week I spent my vacation doing the things I had planned, checking boxes, without paying much attention to what I was seeing, things and places which are probably the “lasts” for me. Your words remind me how important it is to really notice the people and things around me – you never know if it will be the last time.
I remember reading once that you never know when will be the last time you pick up your small child, or read them a bedtime story, or pick your moment – we are so busy and forget that at some point our child won’t need or want to be picked up, will be able to read their own book and so forth, and of course, this applies to all our interactions with friends, family, and even strangers.
That was a beautiful story. We all rush around each day and miss many beautiful moments that will never come back. Thank you for sharing that story. I will try each day to thank God for so many good moments.
Such a great reminder. Thanks for sharing – it brought tears. I know I need to try this. I rush though the day and at my evening prayer I usually draw a blank as to where I spent the past 16 hours. I will Stop & Look.
This is such a powerful message to us, especially as we live in such a fast-paced oriented world. It is so good to have a friend who is bold and loving enough to remind us to slow down and to pay attention to the here and now. A reminder to be in the moment-not just passing by the moment but to be alive and present to each God given moment. Thank you for the reminder.