This weekend a friend’s brother died in a motorcycle accident. He leaves a wife and 3 small children behind. It was the same weekend that Corey Monteith died.

He was just 4 years younger than me and it has freaked me out.  About a month ago a brilliant Spanish dance teacher had an aneurysm and died. She left a 2 year old daughter behind.

For me, this is all it takes to remind me how short life is and how you can be here one minute and gone the next.

That sigh you just gave…what if that was your last breath?

It is literally that sudden, and yet we waste time getting frustrated with taxis, curse when we can’t find a parking space and veg out in front of the TV watching nonsense that should never have been filmed.

Do you take life for granted?

I know I do.

Do you picture yourself sitting at the window of a retirement home reflecting on your life? I once read that every 8 years that you live, your chance of dying doubles.

That means the chances of you living beyond 8, 16, 24, 32, 40 etc gets slimmer and slimmer. Shouldn’t this mean that every day that we get older we should embrace life more fully because the reality of today being our last is very real?

I was watching Rookie Blue on Friday night and it highlighted how many people have a 5, 10, 25 year plan fully expecting that these plans will come to fruition. They never doubt that they would live to see those years.

They save that champagne for a special occasion, have a set of cutlery and crockery for important parties and intend to put the hours in at work now so they can retire comfortably.

They have a list of “things they want to do before they die” a mile long because they think that that time will only come in 40 years time. When they think of doing something life changing they often put their plans off with, “not yet”.

The people I mentioned in my first paragraph probably also had these plans. They probably had no idea that they were going to die.

There are a million cliché sayings around this topic like, “Live each day as if it were your last” and, “don’t count life by the number of breaths you take but rather the number of moments that take your breath away”.
I’m going home to hug my children now…and play hide and seek with them…and to write a letter that they can open when they turn 16 or 21 or whenever they need it in case I’m not there to see it.

I hope you will take up the challenge and embrace whatever you were saving to do before you die. That’s what I’m going to do.

Do you have a bucket list of things you still want to do before you die? What's on your list and how much have you crossed off and experienced?

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