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Chasing Daylight: How My Forthcoming Death Transformed My Life

Chasing Daylight: How My Forthcoming Death Transformed My Life

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by Eugene O'Kelly, Andrew Postman (With)

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Chasing Daylight is the honest, touching, and ultimately inspirational memoir of former KPMG CEO Eugene O'Kelley, completed in the three-and-a-half months between his diagnosis with brain cancer and his death in September 2005. Its haunting yet extraordinarily hopeful voice reminds us to embrace the fragile, fleeting



Chasing Daylight is the honest, touching, and ultimately inspirational memoir of former KPMG CEO Eugene O'Kelley, completed in the three-and-a-half months between his diagnosis with brain cancer and his death in September 2005. Its haunting yet extraordinarily hopeful voice reminds us to embrace the fragile, fleeting moments of our lives-the brief time we have with our family, our friends, and even ourselves. This paperback edition features a new foreword by his wife, Corinne O'Kelley and a readers' group guide and questions.

“Voicing universal truths . . . shared . . . simply and clearly.”-Janet Malin, New York Times

“Words to live by.”-Kerry Hannon, USA Today

“One of the most unexpected and touching books you're likely to read this year.”-Edward Nawotka, Bloomberg News

“An honest, thought-provoking memoir . . . O'Kelly has many lessons to teach us on how to live.”-Steve Powers, Houston Chronicle

“[A] well-written and moving book.”-TheEconomist.com

Editorial Reviews

When CEO Eugene O'Kelly doctors told him that he had only three months to live, the hard-driving executive went into high gear. At first, he choreographed his exit with the same cut-to-the-chase mind-set that had defined his business strategies. This extraordinary memoir describes how his terminal condition redefined and ultimately blessed his life.
Janet Maslin
Chasing Daylight is far from uniformly flattering. It reveals a chilly, manipulative side to Mr. O'Kelly — or, as Mrs. O'Kelly puts it, "a 'cut to the chase' approach that had made him so successful in business but could sometimes come off as abrupt in personal interactions." When he set out to bid farewell to everyone he knew, one at a time, the meetings were arranged strictly on his terms. But it is the crumbling of this very rigidity that makes the book affecting. The author taught himself new survival strategies when the habits of a lifetime failed him.
— The New York Times
Kerry Hannon
"This memoir, written in the little more than three months between his diagnosis and his death, is conversational and cut-to-the-chase in tone...O'Kelly is a "straight-ahead" kind of guy. He reveals he's driven to make these final days his best on Earth. He focuses hard on what matters...Live in the moment is O'Kelly's mantra. That concept is not novel, but it is honest...The heartfelt closing pages of this slender volume, narrated by his wife, stick to you."
Special for USA TODAY

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How My Forthcoming Death Transformed My Life

By Eugene O'Kelly

The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc.

Copyright © 2008Eugene O'Kelly
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ISBN: 978-0-07-149993-4



A Gift

I was blessed. I was told I had three months to live. You think that to put those two sentences back to back, I must be joking. Or crazy. Perhaps that I lived a miserable, unfulfilled life, and the sooner it was done, the better.

Hardly. I loved my life. Adored my family. Enjoyed my friends, the career I had, the big-hearted organizations I was part of, the golf I played. And I'm quite sane. And also quite serious: The verdict I received the last week of May 2005—that it was unlikely I'd make it to my daughter Gina's first day of eighth grade, the opening week of September—turned out to be a gift. Honestly.

Because I was forced to think seriously about my own death. Which meant I was forced to think more deeply about my life than I'd ever done. Unpleasant as it was, I forced myself to acknowledge that I was in the final stage of life, forced myself to decide how to spend my last 100 days (give or take a few weeks), forced myself to act on those decisions.

In short, I asked myself to answer two questions: Must the end of life be the worst part? And, Can it be made a constructive experience—even the best part of life?

No. Yes. That's how I would answer those questions, respectively. I was able to approach the end while still mentally lucid (usually) and physically fit (sort of), with my loved ones near.

As I said: a blessing.

Of course, almost no one thinks in detail about one's actual death. Until I had to I didn't—not really. We feel general and profound anxiety about it, but figuring out the nuts and bolts of how to make the best of one's last days, and then how to ensure that one follows the planned course of action for the benefit of oneself and one's loved ones, are not typical habits of the dying, and most certainly not of the healthy and hearty. Some people don't think about death because it comes suddenly and prematurely. Quite a few who die this way—in a car accident, say—had not yet even begun to think of themselves as mortal. My death, on the other hand, while somewhat premature (I was 53 at the time of the verdict) could not be called sudden (anyway, you couldn't call it that two weeks after the death sentence had sunk in), since I was informed quite explicitly that my final day on this Earth would happen during the 2005 calendar year.

Some people don't think about how to make the most of their last stage because, by the time their end has clearly come upon them, they are no longer in a position, mental or physical, to make of their final days what they might have. Relief of pain is their primary concern.

Not me. I would not suffer like that. Starting weeks before the diagnosis, when atypical (if largely unnoticed) things began happening to me, I had no pain, not an ounce. Later, I was told that the very end would be similarly free of pain. The shadows that had begun very slowly to darken my mind would lengthen, just as they do on the golf course in late afternoon, that magical time, my favorite time to be out there. The light would flatten. The hole—the object of my focus—would become gradually harder and harder to pick out. Eventually it would be difficult even to name. Brightness would fade. I would lapse into a coma. Night would fall. I would die.

Because of the factors surrounding my dying—my relative youth, my continued possession of mental facility and otherwise good physical health, my freedom from daily pain, and the proximity of loved ones, most of whom were themselves still in their prime—I took a different approach to my last 100 days, one that required that I keep my eyes as wide open as possible. Even with blurry vision.

Oh, yes ... there was one more factor, probably the primary one, that influenced the way I approached my demise: my brain. The way I thought. First as an accountant, then as an ambitious businessman, and finally as the CEO of a major American firm. My sensibilities about work and accomplishment, about consistency and continuity and commitment, were so ingrained in me from my professional life, and had served me so well in that life, that I couldn't imagine not applying them to my final task. Just as a successful executive is driven to be as strategic and prepared as possible to "win" at everything, so I was now driven to be as methodical as possible during my last hundred days. The skill set of a CEO (ability to see the big picture, to deal with a wide range of problems, to plan for contingencies, etc.) aided me in preparing for my death. (And—not to be over-looked—my final experience taught me some things that, had I known them earlier, would have made me a better CEO and person.) In approaching my last project so systematically, I hoped to make it a positive experience for those around me, as well as the best three months of my life.

I was a lucky guy.

* * *

Suppose I hadn't been given just 100 days. What might I have been doing?

Thinking about my next business trip, probably to Asia. Planning how to attract new business while managing the accounts we already had. Formulating initiatives for six months down the road, a year, five years. My executive calendar was always plotted out 12 to 18 months hence; it came with the job. My position demanded that I think constantly about the future. How to build on the firm's success. How to ensure the continued quality of what we provided. Yes, technically I lived in the present, but my eyes were forever focused on a more elusive, seemingly more important spot in time. (Before the diagnosis, my last thought every night before falling asleep usually concerned something that was to happen one month to six months later. After the diagnosis, my last thought before falling asleep was ... the next day.) In 2002, when I was elected chairman and chief executive officer of KPMG (U.S.), it was for a term of six years. But in 2006, if all went according to plan, I expected I might become chairman of the global organization, probably for a term of four years. In 2010? Retirement, probably.

I was not a man given to hypotheticals—too straight-ahead in my thinking for that—but just for a moment, suppose there had been no death sentence. Wouldn't it be nice still to be planning and building and leading and cage- rattling like I had been, for years to come? Yes and no. Yes, because of course I'd like to have been around for certain things. To see my daughter Gina graduate from high school and college and marry and have children and reinvent the future (in whatever order she ends up doing all that). To spend next Christmas Eve day, the day before my older daughter Marianne's birthday, in last-minute gift shopping with her, eating and talking and laughing the way we did every year on that day. To travel and play golf with my wife of 27 years, Corinne, the girl of my dreams, and to share with her the easeful retirement in Arizona we'd fantasized about and planned for so long. To see my firm, the one I'd been with since before I graduated from business school and had worked at for more than three decades, establish new standards for quality and success. To witness the Yankees win another World Series, or three. To attend the 2008 Olympics in Beijing. To see my grandchildren grow up.

But I also say no. No, because, thanks to my situation, I'd attained a new level of awareness, one I didn't possess the first 53 years of my life. It's just about impossible for me to imagine going back to that other way of thinking, when this new way has enriched me so. I lost something precious, but I also gained something precious.

One day not long ago, I sat atop the world. From this perch I had an overview that was relatively rare in American

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"Poignant memoir . . . gives readers words to live by."
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Meet the Author

Eugene O'Kelly started at KPMG as an assistant accountant in 1972 and ended his 30-plus year career as CEO, in which capacity he served from April 2002 to June 2005 before becoming a Senior Partner of the firm. He passed away September 10, 2005.

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Chasing Daylight 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 21 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
What if a doctor looked you in the eyes today and told you flat-out that you had about 100 days to live, and there was zero chance anything could change that shocking reality? What would you do? How would you spend your last days? In May 2005, Eugene O¿Kelly, then the CEO of KPMG, received the bitter news that he wouldn¿t live out the year due to brain cancer. An accountant by training and a type-A personality by nature, O¿Kelly set in motion a strategy for making the most of his last days. Part of that plan included writing a book on how to bring closure to life and prepare for the great transition to come. One conclusion: Sometimes you have to work hard at the 'business of dying.' O¿Kelly¿s stoic, rational courage in the face of the unknown has produced this gift for all those he left behind. We recommend it highly for its priceless lessons about how to live.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Although the book is not thick, the words and ideas of Gene's last days make you stop and think. He felt fortunate that he was able to methodically organize his life to say goodbye to everyone since many people have their lives cut short without notice. It is just another reminder for everyone to decide what is really important in their lives and to make this decision while you have plenty of time to enjoy it. This is a great book for everyone to read--I could hardly put it down and I had tears in my eyes at different parts of the book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Too bad that Mr. O'Kelly learned the lessons about valuing life so near the end of his own. But readers would be well served by his experience to get the most out of their own lives while we - presumptively - have many more days ahead of us. Or even if only one day before us. A great book. Read it!
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This book changed my way of thinking about life. I stop now to enjoy the 'perfect moments' and I understand that death is an active part of life. The author's account of his last days is inspirational and this book should be read by all. It will change the way you live. It is a short and easy read - full of thought provoking moments that will force you to pause and ponder life, death and everything in between.
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This book teaches us in the most direct way to live each day to its utmost. It's a gripping memoir that sticks in your memory and serves as a reminder that life is precious and we can find something special in what seems to often be mundane lives.
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Thought about buying until i saw favorable review ascociated with bloomberg. Guy is a piece of crap and should be hung.
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BarbaraC1977 More than 1 year ago
I read this when it first came out, in print. Wonderful book, very moving, very open and honest. Hard to imagine sometimes.
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This book was inspirational, touching and enlightening.
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How often we take for granted those in our lives¿ or more simply, that there will even be a tomorrow. This book is a reality check on our own mortality. I personally was captivated, enlightened, and saddened all at the same time and fortunately I walked away with at least two gems that will serve me well for the rest of my days¿ and hopefully, that¿s a lot of days!
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