Top Five Regrets of the Dying: A Life Transformed by the Dearly Departing

by Bronnie Ware

Of course now as I sit here dying, I see that just being a good person is more than enough in life.

A solitary tear ran down his cheek. ‘But they don’t know me. They don’t know me.’ I looked at him lovingly. ‘And I want them to,’ he said, as the tears started to flow. I sat in silence as he cried.

Brutal

They came in, shone brightly, and are remembered with purity for all they gave during their brief time.