What would you do with six to eight weeks to live?
Six weeks equal forty-two days.
That’s 1008 hours. That’s all!
Eight weeks equal fifty-six days. Which amounts to 1344 hours. Sounds like a lot put that way, sort of.
Blink again and it’s gone.
What did you just do in the past six weeks? In the past two months? Did you do anything noteworthy? Impact someone’s life for the better? Make a change in your life that felt good? Spend time with family? Apologize? Make amends? Let go of a grudge? Let go of the past?
What plans for your future are you going to miss if you’re gone in two months? Who will you miss? Who will miss you?
Have you laughed much in the past six weeks? How about tears, how much have you cried in the past eight weeks? Did you read anything life-changing, interesting or worthwhile? Did you learn something new in the past eight weeks?
Has anything caught your breath in the past one thousand hours? Been surprised by something? Have you just sat quietly with someone and felt comfortable in the silence?
Have you thanked someone in the past two months? Have you taken some time to think about all the hard things you’ve overcome to get you to where you are now? How about thinking through the good, glorious, hilarious, fun, astounding and amazing things you’ve had in your life so far?
Could you let go of it all?
Who would you say goodbye to? How would you say goodbye?
Is there someone who’d need to hear that you love them before you left, or are you sure they know? Are you really sure?
I can hardly breathe for thinking about such things.
Maybe the six to eight weeks will really turn into twelve weeks or more. That’d be good, that’d be great! But still, it wouldn’t be enough. Not nearly. What I want is six to eight more years, twelve more years, a thousand years.
I don’t want to have to say goodbye. I don’t want to let go of a friendship. I don’t know how to permanently let go of a best friend.
I’ve never had to do that. I don’t ever want to do it.