What would you do if you woke up in the morning to discover that this was your last day on earth, that there would be no more tomorrows? I don't know because I don't like to think about that. Ideally, it would go something like this:
I suppose the first thing I'd do is cry a little because, well, I like my life. Then I would decide that is a waste of precious time, and tell my husband to stay home, and we would spend the day hanging out.
We'd get breakfast - pancakes, or bacon and eggs, or maybe doughnuts at a table on the sidewalk.
I could choose to go some place exotic, but who wants to spend any part of their last day sitting in a plane? So instead we would go to a park and walk beneath tall trees that were here long before I was born, and will, most obviously, be here when I have departed.
I could go to a rock concert, that would be fun, but who wants to spend their last day in a crowd of screaming people? So instead I would watch the squirrels and chipmunks play and listen to the birds sing.
Strangers would come and go walking their dogs, not knowing or caring that there is no tomorrow.
I would hug my husband and tell him how good my life has been for having him in it.
I'd pet my cats, and watch the clouds pass lazily overhead.
I love this life of mine, and I would take a moment to count my blessings.
I would marvel as the sunset paints the sky with colors too beautiful to describe.
I would not sleep, so as not to miss a single moment of my day.
And then should I be granted a reprieve, and see the sun rise yet again, I would take to heart the lesson learned.
We should live our lives thoughtfully, thankfully and fully every day, because we never know when there will be no more tomorrows.
And that is how it should be. In reality, however, I am a fighter and would probably spend it trying to figure out how to fix it.