If you found out your life was coming to an end, and it was in site what thought would assail you? After you got over the initial blast zone of horror hurt and anger – oh and shock.
I find myself following people around the home closing door, soaking discarded food encrusted bowls, picking up dropped socks, towels, undies, discarded clothing ( take your pick of these), turning off lights and closing doors and drawers. How many minutes and hours adding to days of my life have been spent asking people to do these things, and then when the request goes unheeded and unacted on, doing it anyway.
Perhaps what really is important is time with, and true connection with each of those we love.
What have you never done, that has sat with you since birth? What have you traded for others happiness or for responsibility? What would make you really happy, to be, to do?
There is no greater pain than loss. Yet one of the defining lessons of each life is loss and letting go and finding a way to survive that rending of all you are.