I recently wrote my “death song.” I’m in fine health, thank you.
The opening lines are:
“When I die, I know there’ll be singing
By my friends all gathered around.
As their sweet voices fade behind me,
I will join in the one great sound.
And I’ll stand on a sunset hillside
Just like I did in that dream
Join the multitude there that is singing
The song inside everything.”
I think about my death most every day — and not in a morbid way. I use the fact of my eventual departure to sweeten my days, align my priorities, and guide my choices. Time is all we have. I want to make mine count.
I just came across this wise article by a fellow singer/songwriter and hospice worker, Bronnie Ware. Like her, I have spent many hours with people who are near the end of their lives. I agree with the top five regrets of the dying she identifies here.
Give it a read. May it make your life more lively….