Heartwritten – A Letter To My Dead Boss

I made up a word at 7:46am today after I finished writing a letter to Ron Presby. He was my boss and he was amazing, but he died of ALS nearly a month ago. I couldn’t attend his memorial service in Philadelphia this morning and I had been thinking about that for days. Basically the lack of impact my presence would have compared to the amount of effort it would take to travel 412 miles. We wanted Ron there. I wanted Ron there. What was the point of me going if he wasn’t? So I did what felt right and I stayed put, but I woke up to a message from an old coworker:
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apparently, Bob, Ron’s husband read the handwritten heartwritten letter I sent Ron two years ago after I found out he was diagnosed.
heart·writ·ten
/härt/ˌritn/
adjective
  1. written with a pen or pencil straight from the heart.

Ron lived with ALS for several years before his death this past December.

When I found out Ron was sick I couldn’t not say something. There are so many times I bite my tongue, become shy, and ultimately harden where my being wishes to be soft. I decide that being truthful and in turn vulnerable, is somehow not worth it.

But it is.

It took me a few months to reach out and ask for Ron’s address and somehow another half a year passed and I still had no idea what to say. I found myself ruminating on Ron, his life, and the unfairness of his immobility and failing health while I myself was walking eighty miles through a remote mountain range in Nepal. I couldn’t stop marveling at the simultaneous beauty and treachery that is life. That we can work so hard to enjoy it and one day it has to be taken away from us. That our end is already written just as was the beginning.

Over the course of the two-week trek, Ron kept popping up. The guilt of not sharing my truth was starting to eat away at me, but I was still nervous. How do I tell Ron what he means to me? Ron who most likely thinks he was simply some boss or a random person passing through my life, how do I tell him that I deeply care and appreciate him. If it weren’t for Facebook, I doubt Ron would recognize my name as he’s managed thousands of people during his career.

So how do I tell this man I think of him often. That he was different from the other captains and shift leaders? That he made a positive impact on my entire being. That part of who I was and therefore who I am now was shaped by him. That I felt like a worthwhile human when he spoke to me even if it was to basically tell me to stop stuffing my face with desserts by saying, ‘Hey Schusie, hurry it up so we can get outta here.’

It’s difficult to write all that down, pen on paper. It feels weird and maybe even creepy to really tell the truth about your feelings when no one is asking it of you. Especially when that no one is your former boss that you worked under for only three years, among hundreds of other coworkers all wearing the same exact uniform, over half a decade ago.

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Standing at a viewpoint and being moved to silent tears as I watched hundreds of prayer flags blowing in the breeze, I had this epiphany. I carry so much love within me, but I often stay rigid and hold onto it. It’s rare that I reach out and allow my love to extend and flow to the ones I care for around me, but at that moment on top of a mountain, looking into the valley below, I felt this expansive power of love and the realization that it is okay to give it away, that it is more than okay, that by holding onto it I was actually robbing the world of love instead of sharing it and generating even more compassion. If love is not shared, where does it live?

And after dozens of hesitations, I simply started: Dear Ron,

And before I knew it, I filled a couple pages and then shame washed over me again.

‘This is weird,’ I said.

‘It’s pretty weird,’ replied my boyfriend.

And so I finished off the letter, read it over once, cried and laughed, and felt the bliss that washes over you after a weight has been lifted, after something has been purged, after having a moment of raw truthfulness and purity in a world where we are constantly censoring ourselves for others’ and our own consumption. And then another moment of hesitation where I thought I should rewrite it and polish it up. Maybe lose a page and fix the misspellings and definitely leave out the smoking weed after work part, but I thought if I didn’t send it now I wouldn’t rewrite it, I would instead regret it and never send it.

I folded the letter up among some Tibetan prayer flags and a signing bowl and wrote a few words about the gifts as if they were the reason for sending the box. A few days later Ron replied via Facebook. Overjoyed and honest about it. Sincere. Something that had taken almost a year of courage for me to achieve.

It took me four days to open that message because I was protecting myself from it. From fear of rejection and judgment and the self-inflicted shame of vulnerability, but there was none of that. There was only Ron.

In part of his message he confirmed my revelation by saying, “Your words uplifted me…and what makes everything in life worthwhile is to touch, help, or inspire a good soul. I haven’t received much feedback like that so, let me just say thank you again…”

I didn’t realize until I read his reply that I sent the letter for me, not for Ron. Ron the beautiful person that deserved to be showered with admiration and care for his years of service to this earth and humanity. Ron who thinks helping good souls is what makes life worthwhile. I knew for certain that he inspired and assisted dozens of us during my time in Philadelphia. That we all had feedback for him that we were too timid to share.

I loved Ron because I never saw him be anything other than a truly good person. He continuously showed up in his life and in turn mine as a kind, funny, stable and fair human being. His presence and the example he set by simply existing and interacting with the world around him was worth thanking him for. Was worth loving him for.

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In Ron’s message, he also mentioned that he was inspired by the Dali Lama and that he thought Tibet was a holy place. Two years passed and I was back in Nepal, trekking the same route only this time with cell service. I logged into Facebook and saw that Ron was in the process of completing his life. Once again I was standing in ancient Tibet with thoughts of Ron, carrying him along with me on the trek in an environment where you can feel the majesty of the mountains pulsating around you like a low electrical buzz or maybe a vibration of love and appreciation for the opportunity to be a witness to them.

I read about his admittance to the hospital on the same day of the trek that I had had the epiphany at the viewpoint two years earlier. Somehow he had reached me once again with a reminder: spread the love, think of me, cultivate compassion, carry on. Each time I spun the prayer wheels along the trail I felt the love and I spun it right back out, love, love, love. I felt it reverberate around me over the days to come when I’d worry and fight the urge to check facebook because this one instance of death in Ron’s life doesn’t detract from the immense amount of love it was filled with.

We love you, Ron, but you already knew that. You weren’t one to stand still and keep all your love and joy inside. You let it wave out of you as you waltzed around the various ballroom floors kindly telling us to get our shit together with only a little nod, wink, or grin in the direction of the mild crisis. So thankful for you. This note came a little late, but again, I think it was more for me than you.

-Schusie

 

15 thoughts on “Heartwritten – A Letter To My Dead Boss

  1. Wow, such beautiful heartfelt words. You really are an eloquent being, Sarah. I love reading about your stories and experiences, you truly have a gift. ❤️

  2. Sending warm hugs and love through my tears, Ron was such an amazing spirit. So pure and bright <3 <3 <3 so happy we got to know him.

  3. We’ve never met and I’m sorry you couldn’t be at the memorial. But I wanted to know that your words were such a touching part of the service. It so perfectly summed up how we all felt about Ron. It was gratifying to know that someone like you took the time to tell him so while he was still with us.

    • Thank you, Beth! That means a lot to me and I’m so grateful that I was able to ‘make it there’ in some form or another. We’re both so lucky to have known Ron! Be well!

  4. You should be writing for Time magazine. A thoughtful and heart filled piece that made me want to act in a similar way. Maybe eve writing my own letters to people who have made an impact on me. Thanks for sharing. It was truly moving.

  5. I was also at Ron’s memorial service and enjoyed your letter immensely. I am glad you sent it. We all laughed and crying and remember what a wonderful person Ron was and how he impacted all of our lives.

  6. Schusie, that was beautiful and I am truly so thankful for your words, Ron is my Father-in-Law and one of the most amazing men I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. I hate his grandson doesn’t have more time with him but I love that Ron left such a beautiful imprint on my son that will last a lifetime.

    Thank you,
    Sabrina Presby
    XoXo

    • And Your words capture his spirit so well and I’m so happy that you were able to share that with him and all his loved ones at the memorial were able to hear those words – thank you so much for making us smile

    • Thank you, Sabrina! How lucky were you to be so close to such an amazing man and I’m sure Ron’s imprint on you and that effect will also be passed down to your son.

  7. Hello Schusie – as someone who shared most of my adult life/love/Son and Grandson with Ron, your thoughts touched my heart. We weren’t meant to stay together. He found the right husband as I found mine. But we kept that love and remained connected. He left at peace, pain-free and surrounded by love. Knowing Ron as I do, I thought I’d let you know…. your letter wasn’t just for you. It made a difference to Ron. And it made a difference to us. He kept it close, even though he had a lot of letters and cards over the past couple of years. Now we all go on, trying to love like he did and having a positive impact on friends, co-workers, everyone we touch. Always feel our love please, and deep appreciation for your sharing.

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