This post pretty much wrote itself. What would you do if your doctor told you that you only had five days left? That, short of an organ transplant, and you’re damn sure you’d never trust a diagnostic doctor named ‘House’, you only had five days to live. What would you do? What would you say? Who would you spend those last five days with?
True story. My younger brother’s best friend from high school is living this horror now. By the time you read this those five days will most likely be up. This man I speak of was no slacker in life. An Aeronautical Engineer who was part of the team who created the Canadian space arm for the space shuttle, and father of two amazing children, ages 6 and 8, he strived and lived his life with purpose and determination. As I write this, my bro is flying across the country to be with his friend, and I salute him for his compassion and loyalty. Friends like him are hard to come by.I thought about what I would do if I had only five days left. So, short of reciting Tim McGraw’s ‘Live like you were dying’ song, I want to share with you my last five days…
· Gather the family for those five days. Laugh, talk, remember, toast (with top shelf scotch of course!), eat fattening food and decadent desserts, have campfires, tell jokes, and cry
· Cook a turkey, ham and roast beef dinner, invite the neighbors over, and toast again
· Sit on the dock and watch the sunset. Get up in the morning, turn the Muskoka chairs around, and watch the sunrise
· Awake early to write as much as I can before the family stirs to push one last story out
· Give out any advice while I can to my kids and grandkids
· Get as many foot and back massages as humanly possible
· Walk and play with the dog, cuddle and stroke the cat
· Do a private reading of my book and record it for future generations, then upload it on You Tube
· Hold Hubby close to me before we sleep
· Steak and lobster on the BBQ with my BFFs, and yes, more toasting
· Feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair and the sand between my toes
· Smell every flower, and weed the damn garden one more time
· Take my last breath with those whom I love the most around me, and say good-bye with dignity and grace
Always remember: Life should not be lived, it should be celebrated!
Update: I wrote this post the end of June. Miracles do happen. My brother’s friend received a partial liver transplant from his sister. He is doing well, and getting stronger with each passing day, I’m told. His sister is doing awesome! She still has her brother, and his family still has a father and husband. You know, I don’t think even Hemmingway could have written that ending.