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It was another of the things I had watched his helpers do for months, and now, in an attempt to hold on to what I could of him, I had volunteered to do it myself. The disease had left Morrie without the ability even to wiggle his toes, yet he could still feel pain, and massages helped relieve it. Also, of course, Morrie liked being held and touched. And at this point, anything I could do to make him happy, I was going to do.
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This was a few days after the "Nightline" interview. The sky was rainy and dark, and Morrie was beneath a blanket. I sat at the far end of his chair, holding his bare feet.
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"Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others."
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They were callused and curled, and his toenails were yellow. I had a small jar of lotion, and I squeezed some into my hands and began to massage his ankles.
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"Mitch," he said, returning to the subject of forgiveness. "There is no point in keeping vengeance or stubbornness. These things" -- he sighed -- "these things I so regret in my life. Pride. Vanity. Why do we do the things we do?"
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The importance of forgiving was my question. I had seen those movies where the patriarch of the family is on his death bed and he calls for his estranged son so that he can make peace before he goes. I wondered if Morrie had any of that inside him, a sudden need to say "I'm sorry" before he died?
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Morrie nodded. "Do you see that sculpture?" He tilted his head toward a bust that sat high on a shelf against the far wall of his office. I had never really noticed it before. Cast in bronze, it was the face of a man in his early forties, wearing a necktie, a tuft of hair falling across his forehead.
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"That's me," Morrie said. "A friend of mine sculpted that maybe thirty years ago. His name was Norman. We used to spend so much time together. We went swimming. We took rides to New York. He had me over to his house in Cambridge, and he sculpted that bust of me down in his basement. It took several weeks to do it, but he really wanted to get it right."
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I studied the face. How strange to see a three-dimensional Morrie, so healthy, so young, watching over us as we spoke. Even in bronze, he had a whimsical look, and I thought this friend had sculpted a little spirit as well.
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"Over the years, I met Norman a few times and he always tried to reconcile, but I didn't accept it. I wasn't satisfied with his explanation. I was prideful. I shrugged him off. "
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He was crying again, a soft and quiet cry, and because his head was back, the tears rolled off the side of his face before they reached his lips.
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His voice choked.
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Sorry, I said.
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"Don't be," he whispered. "Tears are okay."
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"Mitch… a few years ago … he died of cancer. I feel so sad. I never got to see him. I never got to forgive. It pains me now so much…"
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"Well, here's the sad part of the story," Morrie said. "Norman and his wife moved away to Chicago. A little while later, my wife, Charlotte, had to have a pretty serious operation. Norman and his wife never got in touch with us. I know they knew about it. Charlotte and I were very hurt because they never called to see how she was. So we dropped the relationship.
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I continued rubbing lotion into his lifeless toes. He wept for a few minutes, alone with his memories.
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"It's not just other people we need to forgive, Mitch," he finally whispered. We also need to forgive ourselves." Ourselves?
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I leaned over and dabbed at the tears with a tissue. Morrie flicked his eyes open and closed. His breathing was audible, like a light snore.
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"I always wished I had done more with my work; I wished I had written more books. I used to beat myself up over it. Now I see that never did any good. Make peace. You need to make peace with yourself and everyone around you."
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"Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Don't wait, Mitch. Not everyone gets the time I'm getting. Not everyone is as lucky."
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"Yes. For all the things we didn't do. All the things we should have done. You can't get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened. That doesn't help you when you get to where I am.
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I tossed the tissue into the wastebasket and returned to his feet. Lucky? I pressed my thumb into his hardened flesh and he didn't even feel it.
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We sat there for a while, quietly, as the rain splattered against the windows. The hibiscus plant behind his head was still holding on, small but firm.
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I remember.
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"The tension of opposites, Mitch. Remember that? Things pulling in different directions?"
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"I mourn my dwindling time, but I cherish the chance it gives me to make things right."
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He chuckles. I chuckle.
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"Mitch," Morrie whispered.
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Visit?
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"Will you visit?"
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I glanced up and saw the most intense look in his eyes.
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"Not far from here. On a hill, beneath a tree, overlooking a pond. Very serene. A good place to think."
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"I'm planning on being dead there."
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He paused, and his voice choked.
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I dropped my eyes, kneading the dying flesh of his feet between my fingers. For a moment, I felt afraid, as if accepting his words would somehow betray my own father. But when I looked up, I saw Morrie smiling through tears and I knew there was no betrayal in a moment like this.
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Where is that?
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'Just come and talk. Make it a Tuesday. You always come on Tuesdays." We're Tuesday people.
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Are you planning on thinking there?
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"I've picked a place to be buried."
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"Look at me."
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"I don't know why you came back to me. But I want to say this…"
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Uh-huh?
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"If I could have had another son, I would have liked it to be you."
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All I was afraid of was saying good-bye.
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I rolled his toes between my fingers, lost in the task.
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I'm looking.
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"Right. Tuesday people. Come to talk, then?" He has grown so weak so fast.
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"You'll come to my grave? To tell me your problems?" My problems?
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"Look at me," he says.
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"Ah, talk…"
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He closes his eyes and smiles.
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It won't be the same, I say, not being able to hear you talk.
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"Tell you what. After I'm dead, you talk. And I'll listen."
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"Yes."
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Maybe in a few weeks? Maybe in a few days? I see mysef sitting there alone, arms across my knees, staring into space.
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I picture his grave, on the hill, overlooking the pond, some little nine foot piece of earth where they will place him, cover him with dirt, put a stone on top.
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And you'll give me answers?
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"I'll give you what I can. Don't I always?"
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