Last Day

A frequent question we have been asked is "What will you do if this is the last day of your life?", as part of examination of life. Would you tell someone you love them, would you seek forgiveness from some, would you share Christ with a close one.

I felt I have been sidetracked by the question itself.

When I was recently asked the question again recently, three images crossed my mind -
(1) my last day at work at UBS in 2001, I remembered going through my works (files - hard, soft), clearing some and keeping some. Last to leave office that day, on purpose, I wanted some moments alone to do the clearing.
(2) a typical Saturday at home, at my study table, noting down my thoughts, going through the items in my room, clearing some and keeping some.
(3) a man at deathbed, seeking solace in the presence of a priest, in his words of receiving and giving forgiveness.

When I put them together, I found I hope my last day of my life to be as such:
As normal as a typical Saturday, eating the breakfast my mum bought, with my dad working on his accounts on the kitchen table, going through the things I accumulated over the week at my study table, clearing some and keeping some. Have lunch maybe with a close pal, buy a few small indulgances of a typical weekend mall trip. Keep a nap after lunch. Wake up, have an afternoon tea, at my desk to be inspired to journal down some thoughts. Watch some TV, listen to some of my music, at my desk again to be inspired to journal down some more thoughts. Then read a little something before I sleep, hearing my dad and my mum returning from outside.

I want it to be as normal as possible, not gripped by fears, regrets, and anxiety of the things to do.
What I will wish for is peace to guard my heart throughout.
I wish I would not take out my life saving for splurge, or to tell anyone it is my last.

Throughout the day, while on my little common activities, I shall be going through my life, clearing some and keeping some.
Seeking forgiveness and forgiving those who and which are brought to mind,
Giving thanks for the small graces brought to rememberance,
Asking relief from the regrets on things done and undone,
The hardest may be the lingering faces of loved ones.

I do not know when the day will come, though it sure will come and it may come as a theif, I pray I am constantly cultivating the peace to enjoy it and leave it.