One day isn't a lot of time for anything meaningful. Just letting people know is a time consuming ordeal in itself. If it was a surefire thing? Exactly 24 hours? I wouldn't say a damn thing. I spend my days, helping those around me. Family, or just people who ask for help. Every day I do something for my mother. Every day I go out to my sister's farm, help her husband, and be a best friend to my little neice. Without fail, rain or sunshine. No matter how bad I feel, if I can stand and walk, then you could bet that I'll be there. I'd rather die on my feet doing what it is that I do for people I care for, then to squander time away on myself in pursuit of places or goals that mean nothing to me. Everybody has a silent invisible clock over their heads, counting down the time until the clock ceases to turn anymore. It's my belief that the best thing you can give anybody, is time. Time spent to help them. Time spent to make them happy and comfortable. Time spent to make their own time better, because one day, they too, will meet the end of the road. Would you rather face the end of the road with a long life of bad memories, spent being alone or in toil and hardship? Or face the end of the road in the knowledge that you lived life well, full of fun and experiences, and that you always had somebody there for you to give you that? All people have left of one another after they are gone is memories of time spent. When I am gone, the people I cared for will always have that. They'll have memories, and very real, physical things that I did for them, that I built for them, because I cared. And to that end, my day would stay the same, because in reality, I could go at any time. So could you, or any other person, whether it be expected, or completely unexpected.