Short answer: Yes, oh my God, yes! Here’s a little story of how I arrived at this conclusion.

 

In late November of 2010, I got call from John Davies.  John, fifteen years my senior, was my law partner, mentor and close friend.  He was also the defacto Godfather to Hilary’s and my children, Brittany and Jimmy.  John was one of the first persons I called that morning in August of 2008 after we received the news our son, Jimmy, was dead.  As told in the story Why I Believe in Angels and Miracles, John and his good buddy, San Diego County Supervisor Ron Roberts, were instrumental in getting us into the Medical Examiner’s Office to see our son during those first few hours, notwithstanding their policy of not allowing viewings.

 

Casey, Jimmy and Casey's law partner John Davies

[Casey and Jimmy Gauntt and John Davies (1991)]

Now it was John’s turn to make the calls and let us know he, too, had been diagnosed with Stage 4 pancreatic cancer, and the prognosis was not good at all. His family and considerable cadre of friends were devastated.

I mulled over my alternatives. I could follow the same M.O. I employed with my grandfather and a few others I’d known who suffered a terminal illness: Hope and pretend he will get better, start thinking about what to say in a eulogy, and under no circumstances talk about death and how I really felt about him.

As I admitted in How to Write a Beautiful Condolence Card to Someone Who Has Lost a Child, our son’s passing taught us much about death and grief.   One myth in particular was completely blown out of the water.   If someone loses a child or a loved one, it is better to not talk about their death; that will make the survivor think about it and make them more sad.  Complete nonsense!   That’s the only thing they can think about—it is the elephant they ride into every room they enter.  And not acknowledging the loss and talking about it makes them feel even more isolated, the victim and depressed.

It is no different for someone with an end of life disease. They are completely consumed by their illness, and bombarded by all of the input from their health professionals, the frightened eyes and faces of their friends and family, not to mention the pain and suffering that has hi-jacked their body. They are probably reticent to talk about their impending death with you—they are concerned that it will upset you and make you sad. Right? You can indulge their “wishes” and keep the conversation light: the firm is doing well and I’m working on some interesting client matters.

Or, you can seize upon one of the few remaining lucid moments you may have with your friend or loved one and take a plunge into what may be completely foreign and frightening territory— have a conversation about death and all of the feelings and emotions you have for this person that are damned up inside you.

I get how completely hard this is. It is unconventional. Most of us are trained and ingrained with the mantra that we should never acknowledge impending death. Death is evil, and bringing it up only gives it more power. If you talk with someone about death and, heaven forbid, splice in how you really feel about that person, that will no doubt speed up his demise and dash any hope for recovery.

But what to do? I talked to one of John’s oldest and closest friends and he was likewise struggling. He felt John would be very uncomfortable with a face-to-face, heart to heart chat. I concurred, but also knew that assumption had just as much to do with our own discomfort. We finally settled on a plan: we would each write John a heartfelt letter.

Here is the letter I composed and gave to John in early January of 2011. [Note: Kevin Monaghan was one our law partners and gave Jimmy a run for his money as a poet, Shakespeare authority and writer. And John Dale was one of Jimmy’s closest friends since grade school and a comedy writing partner]

Dear John,

Accompanying this letter is a DVD of the finished version of Steve Date’s short film The Letter. Our family is humbled by the enormous amount of his time and soul Steve put into this project and we are proud to say he is now a good friend of ours.

I’ve been thinking a lot about you and what I want to write to you. I outlined a poem, but I’m not Kevin Monaghan. I made a list of all of the topics that I should cover, and was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of it. I was reminded of John Dale’s line that brought the packed house down at Jimmy’s memorial service: “If this were anyone else, I would have asked Jimmy to write this for me, so I would seem a much better writer.” But, I did ask Jimmy, and the message I got was “What would John Davies do?” Get to the point, be efficient, and don’t waste time or words.

Because of everything you’ve done for Jimmy, Brittany, Hilary and me, because of all that you mean to me, because of the huge place in my heart that is for you, my only regret about this DVD is that your picture is not on the cover side-by-side with those other three boys. That would complete the picture and the story. The Letter is all about love, and that love lasts and lives for a long, long time. I love you, John, like a father and a brother. I’ve always loved you, and I always will. I look forward to running with you and those other boys on the cover for a long, long time. Know it.
All love,
Casey

DVD Cover of The Letter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

John Garfield Davies

I received this reply a few days later on my birthday.

Casey,

I hope very much your 61st, the year if not the day, sees some let up in the troubled tide you have had to endure the last couple of years. God knows you deserve better, and in the long run it will be so.

Your letter means more to me than I can express. It goes in my memoirs, as a treasure for eternal safekeeping. I am honored to be like a father and a brother to you, as I have always felt the reciprocal are filled by you.
With love for you and yours.

John

John Davies was freed from the pain and the body that could serve him no more four months later. His memorial service was held in a convention hall in San Diego and barely large enough to accommodate the thousands who came to pay their respects. Over half of John’s life was devoted to public service and one of his “jobs” was judicial appointments secretary to two Governors of California. He played a key role in the appointment of over eight hundred superior, appellate and Supreme Court judges and justices, and I’ll be damned if they didn’t all show up for his service.

John’s good friend—the one I hatched the plan with—gave a wonderful, emotional, eulogy for his buddy. He spoke so fondly of their friendship of over 50 plus years, and how much John meant to him and had done for him. He spoke of their love for one another. It was deeply moving.

A couple of months later John’s friend and I had lunch to continue to mourn  the loss of our pal. At some point I asked him, “Did you and John ever talk about the letter you wrote to him?” A mask of pain took control of his face.

“Casey, I never wrote John. I just couldn’t do it. I will regret that the rest of my life.”

John Davies and his sister Estelle Milch

John Davies with sister Estelle

Hilary Gauntt and John Davies as Dolly and Willie

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Casey Gauntt

is a retired attorney and former senior executive of a major San Diego real estate company. He lives in Solana Beach, California, with his wife, Hilary. Casey grew up in Itasca, Illinois, graduated Lake Park High School in 1968, and received B.S., JD and MBA degrees from the University of Southern California.

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Jimmy Gauntt

was born and raised in Solana Beach and graduated from Torrey Pines High School in 2002.   A prestigious Trustee Scholar at the University of Southern California, he majored in English and Spanish. He authored six plays, five screenplays, and a multitude of poems and short stories. Beginning in 2010, the USC English Department annually bestows the Jimmy Gauntt Memorial Award—aka “The Jimmy”—to the top graduates in English.  Jimmy passed over to the other side in 2008 at age 24.

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