This is from a book by an Australian nurse who spent years working with people in the last 12 weeks of their life. I like to think my time in Daddyland means I will be less likely to have these regrets. I’m sure I’ll have them, but I am really, really happy that I won’t say #2.
1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
2. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.
3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
A 107-year-old man died in Sweden the other day. In a fire. In the house where he lived … alone.
He had lived alone in the house for nine years since his wife died. And the man was in good health, according to the Swedish newspaper article, except for a little hearing loss. He worked until 78, drove until 102, was a lifelong sailor.
Now, it is obviously very sad that the man died in a fire, one so bad it had burned the house down before firefighters arrived. This is not a pleasant way to go.
But how many 107-year-olds do not die of natural causes? How many are still in a position to die in a (likely accidental) fire in their own home?
If my infant son makes it to 107, the year will be 2116.
What will the world look like then?