As I was leaving the grocery store, I walked past the little bank embedded in the front wall. To give it that homey, “We’re the faceless corporate behemoth that cares!” vibe, sometimes they put out a whiteboard with a handwritten message.
This was the whiteboard message today:
(Author’s note: For those unfamiliar with the terms, a “Christmas list” is a list of all the gifts a child (or adult) wants Santa to bring them. A “bucket list” a to-do list of all the experiences a person wants to achieve before they “kick the bucket” (i.e. die). A “Christmas Bucket List”, by extrapolation, is a list of all the things and experiences a person wants have before they die on December 25th.)
I’m still trying to wrap my head around some of these items. As I write this, today is October 29th. Christmas is 8 weeks away. If I found out I had two months to live, here are some of the painful conversations I would have with my friends and loved ones:
A Labor of Like 