What If

What if you knew you were going to die tomorrow? What are all the things you would want to do today? Phone calls, letters, pictures, hugs and kisses. Would you gather those you love around you and say your good-byes, maybe throw an impromptu party? Would your conversations be different? Would you get up early and stay up late to hold as much time as you could in your hands? Would you spend your last day bitter and angry or grateful? How many fare-wells can you say; how many tears can you shed in a single day? Would how you spend your last day be different if you were married, a parent or single? Do we not all crave the company of at least one person who would want to be there as we breathe our last breath?

What if you knew you were going to die tomorrow and you had no one to spend it with? What would you do? Would you feel regretful and mourn what you didn’t have or embrace the time to reflect on the choices you made to make your life what it was?

What if you knew you were going to die tomorrow and it didn’t mean anything to you? You took your keys from the table, got in the car and drove away from life before life was taken from you. Could you walk away from people who love you without saying goodbye? Maybe you could convince yourself they were better off that way. Maybe you could convince yourself YOU are better off that way. Could your death really not mean anything? Maybe you don’t want it to. Maybe you want to believe you don’t matter. Maybe you want to spend your last day alone because being with people who love you is too hard. Maybe one last hug before you walk out the door, for them and for you.