But the scariest thing is that I never even noticed that I was wasting my own precious time. Had I spent time with the people whom I really wanted to spend time with? Had I said all that needed to be said to the people who mattered? Did I call my mother as much as I should have? I got so caught up with all the little everyday tasks that I ended up wasting the time that I could have been spending on more important things.
“ Had I done anything significant during my thirty-year existence? I wondered. “ You only realize what the really important things are once you’ve lost them.”
Emphasis is my own for the parts I felt were particularly impactful.
I think they are so well written – poignant yet hopeful, devastating yet optimistic.
And so begins a very bizarre week… With each object that disappears the postman reflects on the life he’s lived, his joys and regrets, and the people he’s loved and lost. But before he can tackle his bucket list, the Devil appears to make him an offer: In exchange for making one thing in the world disappear, our narrator will get one extra day of life. Estranged from his family, living alone with only his cat Cabbage to keep him company, he was unprepared for the doctor’s diagnosis that he has only months to live.
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