Today’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy was great. It got me thinking about what I’d want to do if it were my last day…

If I somehow knew that today was my last, there would be a few things i’d like to do.

First, i’d stop work. I wouldn’t even bother sending out an email saying that today was my last.

Then i’d make a phonecall to all my close friends asking them to please grant me this one wish of putting down their work and having lunch with me. It would be at my place - like the usual potluck. Over lunch, we’d talk about all the things we’ve done in the past. Thank them for the time they’ve given me and urge them to continue chasing their dreams, no matter how crazy it is. I’d buy them drinks, shake their hands and even hug them. And i’d hug them and hold them as if I wanted to remember how close our friendship has become. And then we’d smile and part…  

By then it should be mid-afternoon and i’d like to call you up and have a cup of coffee at starbucks, and i’d drink that Java Chip thingy. Coffee would be different, I don’t want to talk. I just want to be in your company while sipping my cup of coffee and staring blankly out the glass window.

Then i’d go home just before the sun set and have dinner with my family. There i’d have the best dinner of my life. It would be rice and fried chicken and stir-fried long beans. and then we’d watch tv and talk a lot. I’d want to talk to them and tell them how much i love them. How much i love them for all the sacrifices that they have made for me. For all the times they’ve given me. and then i’d like to go to my room and turn on the airconditioning. Tidy up my messy table before reading my diary, or diaries rather. I’d want to remember who I was when I was 12 and 16 and 20. I’d want to remember how I felt when I first failed and succeeded at something big, how I felt when a girl first held my hand. My first crush. My first love. My first experience driving in a car. My first time leaving home with my parents.I’d want to remember all that. And i’d want to write my last entry urging those who may read it to live life to its fullest extent.

Because life and dreams are intertwined and the death of one, almost certainly guarantees the death of the other.

And then i’d like to lie on my bed, wrapped under my blanket and picture the days when my father used to tuck me in and tell me stories or just lie there next to me. I’d be afraid of death. But i’d be brave just like my father.

and then i’d feel safe and go to sleep.

And that would be my last day.