If today were the last day of your life and you knew it, would you want to do what you're about to do, today?

I don't think it will be my last day today and I certainly hope that it isn't your last day either but then again, who amongst us does think that it is or might be? Do you have things that you'd rather not leave as loose ends to be tied up, once you're no longer here? Call me curious, if you will. Trust me, I've been called far worse things than that. But as each today becomes yet one more yesterday, I realize that my potential tomorrows have dwindled by one. They aren't as infinite as they seemed to be, not all that long ago. Maybe today I'll take the time to make that call that I've been avoiding or putting off, to say, "I'm sorry, I was wrong." Or maybe I can spare a moment to tell someone that I love them. After all, it's still today, there's time! How about you? Maybe you have plans too?
 

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Time's Up!

I'm convinced that's how it happens. Don't get a day, get a micro second.
 
There was a time when my first reaction was to have a drink or more. Now I know that's not how I'd want to spend my last day with my loved ones.
Instead of making homemade blackened seasoning, like I was about to do, I'd sit with my husband, likely call my kids if they couldn't get here and reflect on the life I've had.
 
If it were last day alive, I'd buy a carton of Newport 100s, and light up. I think most ex-smokers would do the same. Oh, yeah, that first long inhale............ So, today, I just have to wait the end to smoke.
You and me Fuzzy! We could find a really nice bar with expensive cushy chairs, order tall drinks and flame up!

Before that I'd have to wait for the cable man which is what I'm doing right now, because my son is going to need the TV to distract him from his grief.

My big worry would be my dog. The only time she's been away from me is when I went to visit my brother and his wife for three days. She was nearly catatonic when I got back, eyes glazed over, hadn't eaten. She was right here, in her own home, with my son who she loves, but he wasn't mommy. I guess there's nothing I can do about that.

I've had my ducks in a row for years, not only wills and finances, but making sure my son knew how to program the dishwasher, etc. Last year I even did a Swedish death cleaning which means going through all your stuff, getting rid of things your kids won't want, and old letters they wouldn't want to read. No one needs to see my fushia lingerie set.
 
If it were last day alive, I'd buy a carton of Newport 100s, and light up. I think most ex-smokers would do the same. Oh, yeah, that first long inhale............ So, today, I just have to wait the end to smoke.
Not even one! I quit almost 20 years ago and can no longer bear the smell. And an accidental inhale of second hand smoke makes me nearly stop breathing I cough so hard.
 
I'd drop everything and go for a drive and enjoy the beauty of nature which is scarce in winter but there is no snow so that's a plus. I would take photographs and list them as my last day, 😥 , then I would probably get a latte and maybe some chocolates to eat. WTF right? :ROFLMAO:. I'd come home and kiss BF and go to sleep and wait for the end in peace. I hope my end is more exciting than this.
 

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