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My Last Day on Earth

Embracing Life, Love, and Legacy on My Final Day

By oluwatoba ayomikunPublished about a year ago 3 min read
My Last Day on Earth
Photo by Thien Dang on Unsplash

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. I lay in bed, savoring the quiet hum of life around me—the chirping birds, the distant laughter of children playing, and the faint aroma of coffee wafting through the air. Today was my last day on Earth.

I had known this day would come, though the certainty of it had only recently sunk in. The diagnosis, the countless hospital visits, and the quiet, somber looks from the doctors had painted a clear picture. Yet, as surreal as it felt, I wasn’t afraid. I had decided to live this day, my final day, not in mourning but in gratitude.

Morning: Saying Goodbye

The first thing I did was call my family. My sister, Grace, answered first. She was always an early riser, and hearing her voice brought a wave of comfort. "Good morning," I said, trying to keep my tone light.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" she replied, her voice cheerful but with an undertone of concern. She knew time was short.

"I just wanted to tell you how much I love you," I said. "And thank you—for everything. For being my rock when I needed one, for every laugh, every argument, every moment."

Her voice cracked as she replied, “Stop making me cry this early in the morning. I love you too, more than words can say.”

I hung up and continued the calls. My parents, my closest friends, and even a few people I hadn’t spoken to in years. Each conversation was a mix of tears, laughter, and heartfelt goodbyes. I didn’t want to leave anything unsaid.

Afternoon: Moments of Reflection

By midday, I ventured outside. The world seemed more vivid, as though the universe knew this was my last day. The sky was impossibly blue, the sun warm on my skin. I walked to the park where I had spent countless afternoons as a child. The swing set creaked softly in the breeze, and I couldn’t resist sitting on one of the swings.

As I swayed back and forth, memories flooded my mind. I saw my younger self running barefoot in the grass, my father pushing me higher on this very swing, my mother’s voice calling me home for dinner. The simple moments had always been the most precious, and today, they felt like treasures.

Evening: Acts of Kindness

I had saved the evening for something special. I spent the last of my savings to buy food and blankets and handed them out to those in need. It wasn’t much, but seeing the gratitude in their eyes filled my heart in ways I couldn’t describe.

One man, wrapped in a tattered coat, looked at me with tears welling in his eyes. “Why are you doing this?” he asked.

“Because kindness is all we have,” I replied simply.

He nodded, clutching the blanket I had given him. “Thank you,” he said softly. “You’ve made this night a little brighter.”

Night: A Quiet Farewell

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, I returned home. My closest friends and family had gathered for one final meal together. The room was filled with laughter, tears, and shared stories.

We toasted to life—not just mine, but the beautiful, messy, unpredictable journey we all share. My sister played my favorite song on the piano, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, letting the music wrap around me like a warm embrace.

The Final Hours

When the house quieted and everyone had gone, I found myself alone. The weight of the day began to settle in, but it wasn’t sadness I felt—it was peace. I wrote a letter to each person I loved, leaving behind words of gratitude, forgiveness, and encouragement.

As midnight approached, I lit a candle by my bedside and sat quietly, reflecting on the life I had lived. It wasn’t perfect, but it was mine—filled with love, growth, mistakes, and triumphs. I had laughed until my stomach hurt, cried until I thought I couldn’t cry anymore, and loved with all my heart. I had lived.

The Final Breath

Lying in bed, I felt a deep calm wash over me. The candle flickered gently, casting dancing shadows on the walls. My breathing slowed, and a warm, comforting light seemed to fill the room.

In those last moments, I wasn’t afraid. I was surrounded by the echoes of the people I loved, the memories we had made, and the knowledge that I had given my all.

And as the final breath left my body, it wasn’t an ending—it was a return. A return to the love that had carried me through this life and would carry me into whatever lay beyond.

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