What would you do if...

A bit morbid but..... 
I'd like to THINK I would do something like Bevolasvegas.
But in REALITY I'd probably spend the day feeling a bit scared and cuddling my boys (after I called/visited the important people to hug them and tell them I loved them and try not to cry).
I could cry right now just thinking about it..... so I'm going to look for a more cheerful thread to cheer me up! []

ORIGINAL: ron2

In the face of the melodrama of this subject, I also remember a few other things.

The only easy day was yesterday.

On your feet, soldier.

Until I am dead, there is always a chance to do one more thing, to say "I love you" one more time.

I think I most resemble a dog. I aspire to the nobility of a dog. I survive, it's what I do best. Breathe in, breathe out, repeat as necessary. Carpe diem. Illegitimus non carborundi. And it's good to have someone to love.

And remember, funerals are for the living. The dead are gone to take on their new tasks. We use funerals to mark their departure and express out grief.

So, I think most everyone here would spend their last day in an enjoyable way. For example, no one wishes to spend their last day cleaning portable bathrooms.

 
AMEN.
 
one day?  hmmm.... hate to say it, but the shock of it being so close would probably put me in a state of shock, and i would most likely spend it the way i do every other day, except for the calling out of work thing []:
 
love the dogs.  walk the dogs.  train the dogs.  work in my garden.  write a letter to my parents, brother, and friends who are like family that expresses the joy they've given me and how grateful i am to know them.  wait for DH to get home from work.  make some love.  fire up the BBQ, buy some steaks and some beers, and cook a great dinner.  enjoy said dinner on the patio.  take the top and the doors off the jeep, pile everyone in, and drive to the ocean.  spend my last hours on the beach in the company of my husband and my dogs.
 
simple pleasures, my friends, simple pleasures.
 
one more thing:  in the immortal words of phil ochs:  can't live proud enough to die when i'm gone, so i guess i'll have to do it while i'm here.
 

And I hope this song is playing:

Tara Greenblatt "When I Die"

When I Die
I hope that I am naked
I hope that I am strong
I hope that I am praying
Oh, when I go.

I hope it's in a clearing
On a ground covered in snow
When I'm 100 years old.

A big storm cloud
Will collect over my body.
And crack itself wide open
With thunder, rain, and lightning

As it pours down
The rain turns into birds
As black as the night sky.
They come pounding toward the earth.

Chorus:
I want to be ready
When they circle round
And take me in their talons
To the higher ground
(repeat)
I want to go
Carried by the crow
(repeat 2x)

They will carry me to a cave
Up somewhere near heaven
And my ancestors will be there
Preparing me to join them.

They will pull me from my body,
My soul still ringing.
Leaving my flesh, my bones, my blood
For the crows to do their picking.

A robe will have been made,
So that I can be coverd,
A soft and silken gown
Made of thousands of crow feathers.

They will spin me round and round
Fast like a tornado.
Then they'll place me down below
To become my grandchildren's shadows.

Chorus

Beautiful, moving song, by a very talented woman.

Having a wife and kids really complicates things.

Knowing you were going to die,how do you say goodbye to your young kids?

 My own father didn't know how.He knew his time was coming,and it was too much for him to come right out and tell us younger kids I am guessing..He was 53 when he passed and we never really said goodbye.

 There was a place that I came to when I surveyed land back when I was 18.It was located atop a mountain,and the western view looked out over a long lake nestled between steep hills on either side.The day I was there was perfect.There were puffy white clouds in a bright blue sky.It was warm but not hot,and I found myself standing in a small  grassy  area overlooking the lake far below.It was perfectly quiet and still..It was one of a few times in my life that I just stopped,and thought about what was really important in life.

  If I knew I were going to go,I would bring my family there,talk to them all day,and let them know that we would see eachother again at some time.