We are all going to die someday. Even though we know this as a fact, our own death, isn't something we think about everyday. In some sense we don't believe we are ever going to die. So can you imagine actuallly dealing with your life with the explicit reason being that you will in one day?

I KNOW - This is not a new question. The search- What would you do if you had 24 hours to live, turns up About 254,000,000 results (0.22 seconds) on Google. Most of them are along the lines of having a lot of sex, doing drugs, and throw in some streaking. Okay, you're right. There are a bunch of positive things that come up as well, doing good for others and all that bullshit along those lines.

But do we don't know when we are going to die. What are the odds of being told that I will die in 24 hours? I searched for that as well and the answer maybe was buried in the 246,000,000 results but I didn't have all day to find it. So while the question is interesting I say lets NOT wait until the end to wish we would have.

Here are some of the things I did and guess what 24 hours later I was around to reap the rewards.

- I called up my siblings and told them I loved them and that I was sorry for being an ass sometimes. I told one sister that her husband was a douchebag but that I would always support her. She actually laughed, didn't get defensive and told me thank you. I told my other sister that she was my idol for having the strength to leave an abusive relationship. I told my brother that the only person holding him back was himself but that I believed in him.

So essentially what I am focusing on is being honest with my family while also learning that their choices are their own and that I can honestly tell them what I think without ruining the relationship.

- I made a snowman with my son instead of telling him later, I'm busy, I have homework. We aren't going to get EXTRA time but we can us the time we have more effectively.

I think that is what is really at the heart of the matter, not worrying about what others are going to think. That is what is so freeing about knowing that you are going to die in twenty-four hours. The ability to say it doesn't matter. What you care if you told someone is going to judge because you aren't perfect, that you have failed that you don't know everything. IT DOESN"T MATTER.

What do I want to leave behind? What do you want to leave behind? An interesting take on this question, which in my 28 years I have failed to ask myself truly is recording your life in your final days. Check out http://www.npr.org/2011/09/15/140508715/recording-a-life-in-ones-final-days, where Harvey Chochinov, director, Manitoba Palliative Care Research Unit talks about the work he does. FYI, Manitoba is Canada.

He calls it "dignity therapy." This approach gives us the ability to say goodbye to the people we have something left to say something to. There is editing involved so maybe we also get to get off all of the hateful things stored up and then they edit it out and the person we are hating on doesn't even find out, sounds like a win-win!

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