I'm sure this has been written a million times before. I'm sure everyone has their own take on "if I died tomorrow". I'm sure my opinion doesn't especially matter to you. That's alright.

Driving on the freeway, I constantly think about how my car is a death-trap. 1990 Toyota pickup, no airbags, practically made of aluminum.

"If I get in a wreck, I'm dead," I think. It encourages safe driving.

And it always gets me thinking about the people I love. About the last thing I said to my parents before I left. About how I left things with my girlfriend, and what people will remember of me.

We've all thought about it, the "would people even come to my funeral" thing. Maybe we haven't all thought about it. It seems like we have. It seems that in high school, throughout the 4 years we are there, there are always a few people who pass away, bringing the school together and reminding everyone how lucky we are to be alive. This isn't just in high school, but it really seems to hit home when it's someone our age.

For me, it really does "hit home". I wonder how people would feel if I died tomorrow. Obviously my parents would miss me so much, and my brother as well. But I'd really like to know that I've left the best memories I can with the people closest to me. I would want that last memory with my girlfriend to be of the good times we had, and not some random fight. I'd want the last words I told my parents to have been "I love you guys".

I suppose it's a little like "going out with a bang." If I die tomorrow, I'd want to apologize to all the people to whom I've ever done wrong. To the people I made fun of, to the people who don't like me, to the people I don't like. I'd want my family and friends to know I cared about them. I'd want my girlfriend to know that I care. I'd want people to remember me, not fot my bad points, but for my good points. And yes, I'd want more than a few people at my funeral -- people who lives I was able to touch in some way.

Perhaps this sounds like a cry for attention, or some words I wrote when I was depressed. It isn't like that at all.

But realizing that any day could be our last makes me want to try even harder to make the best of each and every one.

I want to live every moment like it's my last. Then I won't have any regrets if I die tomorrow.