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One day to live: What would you
do?
By Stephanie
Bassett
September 15, 2008 | I've always wondered what I would
do if I found out I only had one day left to live. I
think everything that seemed important the day before
would suddenly become insignificant. I wouldn't go to
class, I wouldn't go to work, and I wouldn't waste any
time. Suddenly the car I drove wouldn't matter so much
and money wouldn't hold any value. My grades and everything
I've worked for this semester would really mean very
little.
If I could do anything I wanted the day of my death,
this is how I would want it to go.
First I would wake up early and watch the sun rise
with my husband. I'd tell him all the wonderful things
I love about him and why he is so special and necessary
in my life. I'd tell him where I hide my candy that
I sneak home from the grocery store so he could finish
it off for me. I'd want him to know he had made life
worth living, and that if I would make it to heaven
I'd save him a seat.
Next I would call all my family and friends and tell
each and every one of them how much they mean to me
and how much they have influenced me in my life. I would
be sure to talk to my parents first and let them know
what amazing parents they were and thank them for all
they've done for me.
Next I go to Wyoming. I would go to my hometown in
Cokeville and drive to my favorite place in the world,
Pine Creek. Pine Creek is a small canyon filled with
beautiful trees and a small river running through it.
It's the greenest, most fascinating place I have ever
been. Once you enter the canyon it seems like the whole
world disappears and you're on another planet.
I would bring my husband with me and wade through
the river barefoot. Something I've always loved doing.
I would breathe in the fresh beautiful mountain air
and talk about all the things I love about the earth.
I would bring a picnic with us that consisted of egg
salad sandwiches, Frito twist BBQ chips, loads of chocolate
and all the pop we could possibly drink. I would eat
chocolate, enjoying each bite, until I felt sick. Then
I would finally stop and rub it in to the others that
I could eat however much I wanted today and it wouldn't
matter, I wouldn't gain weight.
I would talk for hours to my family, asking them to
tell me stories about each and every one of them, secrets
they had never told anyone. I would tell my secrets
too, of course. I would apologize for all the grief
I had caused my parents in high school and tell them
they could have anything of mine they wanted to make
up for it.
Lastly, when the sky would be getting dark and I knew
my time was near, I would leave Pine Creek. I would
then ask for a special favor of riding a hot air balloon
and of course, since I was about to die, I would get
it. I would climb on the hot air balloon, enjoying the
heat from the igniter on the top of my head as we lifted
off. I would watch the sunset with my husband holding
my hand and I would wish him the best of luck in all
he does. I would request if he find love again to not
let it pass by. I would probably cry and tell him that
I'd miss him and then I would silently pass away in
his arms after our last goodbye kiss.
I wouldn't want a huge funeral, just a small one with
close family and friends. I wouldn't need a fancy casket,
in fact, if they wanted to throw me in a black plastic
bag that would be just fine. I would just request I
have beautiful flowers on my grave, the ones I always
loved most: daisies and roses.
It's amazing the things that seem to matter in our
everyday lives, but they actually don't matter at all.
Family and friends are what matter the most and I hope
that I can live every day knowing this fact. I hope
I can treat them every day like I would the day I would
die. I would want them to remember me for the good person
I am, not for the little brat I tend to be a lot of
the time. Let's just hope none of us need a last day
warning to appreciate the everyday life.
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