If I knew I had only one week to live I would live it for ME. All the things I do for other people would have to get done by somebody, anybody, but me. This would be MY week and I would be as selfish as I could possibly be. One completely selfish week out a lifetime is not something I would feel guilty about.
I would draw all the money out of the bank, fly off to St. Thomas with the one I enjoy being with. We would lounge in the tropical breezes sipping on bahama mamas and do all the other enjoyable things people do on tropical vacations. I would not spend my time doing good deeds or praying. If I haven't done enough good deeds or prayed enough prayers, it would basically be too late to worry about that.
We'd walk on the beach at sunrise and lie on the beach in moonlight. We'd enjoy candlelight dinners and massages and room service. We'd read love poetry to each other and dance in the starlight on the sand. I'd have the most relaxing week of my life and when the last moment was gone and it was time to say good bye, I'd curl up in a king size bed in the arms of the one I love and peacefully go to sleep.
How's that for the perfect imagination of a last week? Can you top that? What would your last week be like?
I CAN'T EVEN TOUCH THIS, LA BELLE, I REALLY CAN'T. I HAVE NO IDEA 'WHAT' I WOULD DO IF I HAD ONLY 1 WEEK TO LIVE. BUT FOR BEGINNERS, I DO KNOW THIS; UNLESS 'JESUS' TOLD ME SO...I WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT! DON'T LAUGH, 'CAUSE IT'S THE TRUTH! THANKS FOR SHARING. I JUST 'LOVED' THIS. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
lol. You have the right idea and every right in the world to do as you choose anyway. Great. Liz
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on June 2, 2016
First, I would not call it selfish, after all, your time Is Your Time and you have the right to do what you choose to do with your last week. Mine would be similar, enjoy the sun and sand, moonlight serenades, and loving someone as passionately and humanly possible in a short period of time. . .
We should live each day as though it were our last because one could be too ill to kick up our heels. I don't think we can ever know how we'd feel if we were in that predicament, and I want to leave it that way. As for the lovely romantic scene you described--it's all doable before it's too late.
Mr. Buchanan I suggest you at least get to know someone and how their life has been spent before you take the freedom to judge them. I don't think you have ever commented on anything I posted so why now? This comment has nothing to do with the poem, it is a personal attack not on my work but on my person. I hope you respect others on this site more than you have respected me.
How sadly pathetic. He who loves his life will lose it. He who hates his life will keep it. One week left, and you want to spend it on yourself? Isn't that noble? Not.
As I descend further into my dotage, despite some tough pain in spots (empathy, not sympathy, if anything) I am just delighted every morning that I awaken. I feel that my time is meant to be now; right now, not before, now. I am in a good place even if it is inside my head. I would keep doing the exact same things that I am doing writing, photeauxgraphy, posting to AD and really ramping up my two websites. My Executive Assistant will have to finish putting together a book at Kindle. To watch the sunrise and sing…but I would rather not see than not hear.
Most probably I would do the same things that I always do, since I try to live every week as my last, namely write a few poems that have some lasting value, eat frugally, exercise because it makes me feel good. comment on the poems of the people I follow (you know who you are!) on the AD site, and finally get a good night's sleep since it ensures waking up fresh, at least until the day I die, when hopefully I will be up in another dimension "completely refreshed". John
What you suggest doing is much better than what most do during the last week, unless of course, they don't know that death is coming. Unfortunately, most people have to spend the last week in a hospital or, better, in a hospice, drugged to ease or eliminate the pain.
Your last week is quite fanciful and quite romantic. Many wouldn't have that special person to take with them on that last week get away. And then, upon dying, there might be a problem with getting your body where people wanted it for funerals, burial, etc.
You asked me if I can top that. No, I can't. My condition makes travel like that prohibitive. On the first day, I would spend the entire day making sure that the finances related to my will and other things were attended to. My brother's wife's untimely accident and death a year ago, even with her detailed instructions, took him six months to get financially straight again even though he knew how to live alone.
On the second day, I would call those friends and relatives that I haven't talked to a very long time. We would talk about whatever came to mind. By that time, my loved one would have figured out what she wanted for our last few days and we would do that. I would do everything in my power to ease her difficulty in doing so; so that we could enjoy the time and not worry about whether I would be cared for properly prior to my demise.
Whoah!! We must be on the same vibe today!! Your article really hits home and causes one to look inward to finally realize that you are worth every second and penny of your wish! You say what others only dare to think, my friend!
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Your last week is quite fanciful and quite romantic. Many wouldn't have that special person to take with them on that last week get away. And then, upon dying, there might be a problem with getting your body where people wanted it for funerals, burial, etc.
You asked me if I can top that. No, I can't. My condition makes travel like that prohibitive. On the first day, I would spend the entire day making sure that the finances related to my will and other things were attended to. My brother's wife's untimely accident and death a year ago, even with her detailed instructions, took him six months to get financially straight again even though he knew how to live alone.
On the second day, I would call those friends and relatives that I haven't talked to a very long time. We would talk about whatever came to mind. By that time, my loved one would have figured out what she wanted for our last few days and we would do that. I would do everything in my power to ease her difficulty in doing so; so that we could enjoy the time and not worry about whether I would be cared for properly prior to my demise.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane