Yes, you read that correctly. I have no bucket list. It is not because I am rich or famous and have done everything that I have ever dreamed of. It is because of the experiences I have had living in the home where people have passed on.
My sister in law, who had terminal cancer and an estimated date when she would pass, had a bucket list. My brother, who is disabled with a crippling disease, made certain in those 31 days her list was met. In the process, he broke three ribs, spent all of his savings and more, and lost 20 pounds and that put him dangerously underweight. I don’t begrudge him anything that he chose to do for the woman he loved. It did change my view on the bucket list.
My goal is to live everyday like it is my last. If I died today I would want all my family and friends that I love them and appreciate all they have done for me. If that can happen, then my bucket list is complete.
What do you think?