• Resume versus Eulogy

    Resume versus Eulogy


    I recall my father telling me, with a hint of surprise in his voice, that he had fewer years left than what he had lived already. It was a concept I could not (or did not want to) fathom in my young adulthood. But now, suddenly it seems, I get it. Some days better than others.

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    I have been doing a lot of thinking about resume virtues versus eulogy virtues lately. I was introduced to the concept in a writing workshop, The Wisdom Years, where we read an article by David Brooks, a cultural commentator for the New York Times and a Ted Talks presenter

    Brooks wrote that we have likely spent much of our lives focused on our resume virtues, those skills and values that framed our careers, and our efforts to earn a living. I identified with his reflections about this. To prospective employers, I listed the skills that I possessed which would support the company’s goals. Or, later in my career my focus was on developing my expertise so that clients would be willing to pay for my consultant services. I honed skills in areas such as punctuality, accuracy, technology, leadership, effective presentations… and even returned to school ( in my 50s) as I sought promotions, titles, and pay increases. Resume skills were an area I taught to students as a college professor.

    On the other hand, eulogy virtues, according the Brooks, may not have been given the same amount of attention yet they may be more important. These are the parts of our personalities that are responsible for the relationships we developed and nurtured throughout life, not in return for a pay cheque. The idea created questions for me such as, have I been a compassionate friend who supported others through the thick and the thin of life? Have I shared my time and gifts in making the lives of others easier, more joyful, or meaningful? Are my exchanges with others designed to build them up? Am I present or mindful in my interactions?

    As Maya Angelou expressed it: people may forget what you said or did, but “people will never forget how you made them feel.”  How do people feel after interacting with you? Think of those people who make you feel better about yourself, or loved, after an encounter. What’s their magic sauce?

    In the workshop we were encouraged to draft our own eulogy with the thought, how would I want to be remembered? And if we have not been drawing on those eulogy virtues, perhaps it is time to focus on them, to bring them to the forefront as we consider how we will spend these wisdom years, the time when for most of us, our careers and work lives are over. 

    It was a compelling exercise… and then I attended two funerals. 

    The first was for a 90+ year-old woman who had been a wife and mother, who worked outside the home and raised two sons. It was clear in the remarks from her grown grandchildren and her daughter-in-law that this woman had lived a eulogy life. Her job in a law office was worth about two lines in one of the presentations. The rest talked of how she made her children and grandchildren feel safe and loved because of her quiet, steadfast, and supportive presence in their lives, including air travel to attend a wedding in western Canada when in her 80s. It was a true testament and celebration of a life well-lived and appreciated for her love, compassion, and time and attention. 

    The second funeral was more challenging as it was for the 71-year-old husband of a long-standing, good friend. He had just fully retired 3 1/2 months prior and his death was sudden. This man was a veterinarian who brought compassion to the care he provided to both large and small animals over his career and yet, his work life was just a side-bar to the stories that were shared at his funeral by his close friends and his three children. It was clear that his humour and his caring heart made life better for others. He was a good friend who took the time to tell others how he felt about them; as one described it, he had empathy for others. He was the glue that brought everyone together. I know from personal experience that he sought to build bridges of understanding between people in a quiet, respectful manner. Grown men were unashamed as they shed tears because of this loss. His daughter told us she had received a message from him just days before his death in which he told her how proud he was of her. The kind of message we are told time and time again to send, send, send NOW! Don’t wait! The funeral was also a reminder to us all that we have a finite time, and I have no doubt that many of us asked ourselves on the way home, what are we doing with that time?

    My reflections turned to my mother, who in her 60s told me she was still waiting for something, some “more” to life yet, and this “something more” remained elusive. She struggled to define it. 

    At this stage of life there does come a niggling thought that, surely there’s more to life. Talk to most people and they will express the thought that It all happened very quickly. Are we really this age, already? 

    Perhaps it is in the restlessness one feels after retirement when we have a new sense of time and freedom… when we ask, what now? When those work skills we so carefully developed in earlier years don’t seem so important anymore. 

    Perhaps it is because we are struck with the sobering thought that we have lived more years of our life than what we have left. How we invest our time now is more important than ever, and my friend’s funeral brought that fact home. And, I was humbled by the realization that my friend had shared his eulogy virtues throughout his life.

    For some of us, perhaps now is the time to think about the virtues we might have ignored or set in the background as we built careers. When our time was limited by the competing demands of career, marriage, kids, family obligations etc.  Now we have time to focus on those values that move beyond the trappings of stature or career. Perhaps now is the time to focus on what is really important: our relationships with family and friends. 

    In the Hindu faith, this time of life is referred to as the “vanaprastha” years, when the elder members leave the household duties to the younger and take on the role of advisor or guide. It can also be a time of spiritual journey, of introspection, a time to recognize we are not immortal. 

    My mother was clearly doing some introspection when she wondered, what now?, after successfully raising five kids. I hope she had others to talk with, others who would be able to recognize the reflection that was going on behind the words. Such sharing can enrich life when we meet others who truly see us.

    How are you experiencing the “vanaprastha” time of your life? What do you think about the concept of resume versus eulogy virtues? How do you enhance your important relationships? Is there someone you need to connect with now?

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    Read David Brook’s full article here: https://www.nytimes.com/2015/04/12/opinion/sunday/david-brooks-the-moral-bucket-list.html#:~:text=It%20occurred%20to%20me%20that,you%20capable%20of%20deep%20love%3F

    David Brooks Ted Talk https://www.ted.com/talks/david_brooks_should_you_live_for_your_resume_or_your_eulogy

    If a writing workshop on The Wisdom Years appeals, check it out here: https://thestoryguides.com/the-wisdom-years

    Vanaprastha: Becoming Conscious of Your Mortality, https://isha.sadhguru.org/en/wisdom/sadhguru-spot/vanaprastha-becoming-conscious-mortality

  • Oh Canada!

    Oh Canada!

    Canada Day! What does it mean to you?

    I’m a typical Canadian, which means my celebration is usually low key; however, given the state of the world these days, my latent patriotism is peaking through. Elbows up!

    But it’s a day that evokes both good and bad reflections as I think about its importance to me and to Canada. 

    July 1 actually has a sad, personal memory for me – it’s the date in 1994 when my beloved father passed away. He was a proud Canadian, served his time in the air force during World War II, and took an interest in the growth and development of his country over the years. As a product of his time, he was not taught about the tragedies that marked that development, and of which we are so aware of today. 

    Some might attribute that to being “woke,” but I suspect my father would have supported acknowledging this dual perspective, as we can only truly appreciate what we have when we consider all of the sacrifices and acknowledge the errors of the past.  This post is not intended to be a finger wagging exercise, nor a summary of all the ways in which we have failed each other, but I want to acknowledge a couple as I recall some happy personal July 1 celebrations. 

    Eleven years ago my husband and I enjoyed a train trip through the Canadian Rockies and it was breathtaking, in a way the mountains can be only when you see them in person. Travelling through them was a feeling like no other as I sat in wonder of this natural creation. 

    It was made particularly memorable when we slowed down at Craigellachie, in Eagle Pass, British Columbia, and if you recall your Canadian history, you will know this is the site of the last spike. On November 7, 1885, a ceremonial last spike was driven into the Canadian Pacific Railway at this location. The railway was a massive undertaking designed to connect this country like a ribbon of steel across prairies, farmland, and mountains. Sounds poetic, eh? 

    As it happened, the date our train travelled by this historic site was July 1, and one of the young waiters on board sang O’Canada as we passed through. It is probably the most memorable Canada Day I have ever experienced. The pride in my country ran deep. 

    But, I am not unaware of the dark side of this history, and the fact many lives, in particular those of Chinese labourers, were lost due to falling rocks, landslides, or avalanches. The Chinese men were purposely brought from China to do this dangerous work on the railway, and they were paid less than other workers. And subsequent to this, our government’s treatment of Chinese immigrants was shameful.

    This memorable trip spawned an idea to experience Canada Day in as many different places in Canada as I could. I have joined throngs of people in Ottawa, our nation’s capital. I thoroughly enjoyed an International Tattoo in Halifax, Nova Scotia; cooked a lobster dinner in Crow Head, Newfoundland and visited the Terry Fox Memorial in St. John; bicycled an approximately 34-kilometre ride on the Guelph to Goderich Rail Trail; and bicycled from Niagara on the Lake to Niagara Falls, Ontario. (and yes, that is me to the left cooling off after one of these rides!)

    I hope to add to the list of varying Canadian locales as I am able. Next on the list is to go north around Lake Superior and possibly into Manitoba! (by car, not bike!)

    I am also aware, as I celebrate what this great country has to offer, that there are others who don’t feel the same. In particular, the ancestors of the original inhabitants of this land who had their lives, their livelihoods, and even their children stolen in the name of colonial progress.

    Again, I will be considered “woke” by some, but after having the privilege to research and write my own family history, I was struck by the thought: what would this experience of looking back be like for someone whose past is either difficult, or even unobtainable because it was obliterated by colonist actions and attitudes. 

    Truth and Reconciliation, as I understand it, asks that we educate ourselves about this history. It does not ask that we don’t enjoy or celebrate what is good about our country, but that we do so while acknowledging and recognizing it can’t be the same for others. And by promising to do better in the future. We can’t erase the past, only recognize it and commit to doing better. I also sense a bit of a turning of the tide in that we may be starting to recognize that many of the Indigenous ways were better and we have much to learn as we move into a changing future. I hope to share more about this thought in a future post; in the meantime,  consider this article about Indigenous people taking climate action to everyone’s benefit.

    So, however you acknowledge this day, I hope we can agree that the land bordered by Pacific, Arctic and Atlantic oceans in its natural state is beautiful, worth celebrating, and worth preserving. 

    It isn’t a perfect society, but its pretty damn good compared to many others. So I plan to wear my red and white with pride, and hope that as a society we continue on the path to make the necessary amends so we can be unashamedly proud of a true north, strong and free. 

    Here is a final link to a song I just heard that captures much about Canada and it may just make you smile and feel pride in who we are as Canadians. It’s published on YouTube with the request that it be shared wide and far. It was written by an 87-year old man! Read his inspiring story here!

    Canada Day 2025 – what does it mean to you? Please share!

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    1. CBC, What Does Canada Day Mean to You, YouTube, June 27, 2025

    2. The Canadian Encyclopedia, The “Other” Last Spike, by James H. Marsh, last edited January 17, 2017. 

    https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/the-other-last-spike-feature

    3. Royal Nova Scotia Tattoo https://nstattoo.ca

    4. CityNews, Indigenous Perspectives on Canada Day, July, 2023 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAbCj8j8uMk

    5. CBC News, What-On-Earth, What it looks like when Indigenous people take control of climate stewardship on their land

    https://www.cbc.ca/news/science/what-on-earth-land-back-climate-1.7571644

    6. YouTube, We Are Canadian! As One We Stand

    We Are Canadian! As One We Stand

    Lyrics: Ellis Pringle Craig

    Music: Carey Leonard Blackwell

    Vocals/guitar: Brant Garratt

    Arrangement, piano, organ, bass, drums: Bruce Ley

    Recorded, mixed & mastered: Bruce Ley Studios

    Producer: Leisa Way Video production: Ellis Pringle Craig (Royalty free photos)

    Song licensed by SOCAN

    7. We Are Canadian! As One We Stand, by Ellis Craig, published by 55 Plus Lifestyle Magazine.