If today were your last, would you do what you’re doing?
Or would you love more, give more, forgive more? Then do so! Forgive and give as if it were your last opportunity.
Love like there’s no tomorrow, and if tomorrow comes, love again. – Max Lucado
That’s one of my favourite Max Lucado quotations. I first discovered this guy when my life coach – Cari Vollmer in Minneapolis – sent me my often used quote about the sunrise taking away your breath. I used it yesterday. I have thanked Cari for the introduction and find a use for one of his quotes more and more.
So to answer the question posed by Max – what would you do? Some of us blogged about the end of the world as foreseen by the Mayans, which apparently was to happen on 21 December. However, one thing that worried me about that was that 21 December comes to us in New Zealand well before it comes to my sister in London or my sister in Los Angeles. So who’s 21 December was it to be?
In an earlier post I told of how tomorrow didn’t come for my DYS (Dashing Young Scotsman). In the early hours of one miserable April day, he quietly slipped away from us and tomorrow never came again for him.
But I digress. If this is to be my last day on this earth I would:
- Immediately call each of my sisters and tell them how much I love them and how grateful and lucky I am to have had them in my life
- I would visit my son, daughter-in-law and grandsons, and my daughter, son-in-law and grandsons and tell them too how lucky I have been to have had them in my life and to have been a part of theirs. I would tell my daughter and son how proud I am of them and how proud their father would have been of the people they have become
- I would then call those special friends, some of whom I haven’t contacted for a time and make them aware of the fact that I appreciate them
- I would call the one or two people with whom I have fallen out, or with whom I have had difficulties to tell them that I am sorry the problem/challenge/difficulty has not been ironed out before now
- I would of course, tidy my house so that whoever had the job of dealing with it after I have gone would find it in order. Isn’t that a typical comment from a woman.
- And oh, I would make sure that my wishes for a funeral are set out succinctly and clearly for my children so that they are not faced with the problems we had when their father died so suddenly.
- And then I would call my family and friends who live near and have a party. It’s all very well for there to be a ‘celebration’ of my life after I am gone, but I like a party too and would hate to miss out.
So what will I do? It’s 10.15pm here and a little late to be calling my friends in NZ and as my calls to my sisters never last for less than an hour, I wont call them tonight. But tomorrow I shall make those calls, not only to friends but also to those one or two people to whom I have become estranged. My wishes for my funeral are written and filed away and my children know where to find the file; rubber gloving will happen in this house tomorrow so that it is clean and tidy once again (and the ironing will be done, my number one hate).
And in a little while I shall have a party.
So what would you do?