So I’ve given this some thought (the whole, if I had 24 hours left to live thing)… I mean, I’ve thought about the question before, and usually would answer something along the lines of doing things that I have never done before. But that’s a cop-out, because I wouldn’t do that.
Well, I WOULD, but only as a backdrop to what I would really do.
So let me throw a few restrictions out there that I am working with. I am assuming that I have 24 hours and won’t be in fading health. This means that in 24 hours, I basically just drop dead.
The 2nd restriction is that I find this out in the morning. If I found out at 7pm, it would kind of screw my plans up (though, my plan would be similar).
And my third restriction is that this is happening now. Obviously, in the future things will be different, so I can’t speak on what I would want to do in 5 or 10 years. So here we go…
The first thing I would do would be to call my parents and let them know that I have some good news and some really bad news. The bad news is that I obviously am not going to live for more than a day, but the good news is that they are going to help throw a giant party.
When my great uncle died in 1999, he basically had money left for his funeral with the instructions to have the funeral, but then have a big gathering afterwards. He wanted people to celebrate his life rather than mourn it. I always thought that was a great idea. Aside from the sadness of losing a loved one, I’ve loved the fact that funerals bring together so many people. I just wish funerals weren’t such sad events.
So while my parents are busy helping to organize, I’d work to get my retirement savings out. I’d use whatever money I had to help bring in the important people in my life; my brothers, my sister, my aunts, uncles, and cousins, my best friend John, and as many friends that I could pay for. Then I would send out an e-mail/mass text to everyone else who is a part of my life and basically say that this is my last day on earth and I want to celebrate with them.
Once that is all taken care of, I’d start the drive home. And I wouldn’t worry about the speed limit. Obviously, I would be safe, but I wouldn’t worry whether I was a little or a lot over the speed limit. Hey, I have less than a day to live, I don’t really care.
But then I’d spend the rest of my life with the people who mean the most to me. We’d party late into the night. There would be coffee and tea provided so that people could stay up. Maybe buy a case of 5-Hour Energy drink. But I wouldn’t drink (well, not a lot). I’d want to be completely present during this time.
I’d see my last sunset/sunrise.
Assuming everyone said their goodbyes and went home, I’d love for my final moments to be with my immediate family and only the people who were closest to me.
I hate goodbyes (as I believe more in the “I’ll see you at some point in the future, so it’s not really good-bye” theory), but this would be a time of goodbyes.
And it would be awesome.