Knowing that you will die tomorrow

You will die tomorrow, nothing more. 1 day to the finish line. I think I'll cry a little first. I think about the things I have lived and the things I have not lived. I was happy for what I could do well and right, but I would try to make up for the mistakes I made. Even though I knew that they would not understand me or even be hostile to the people I was afraid to talk to, I would try to talk and confront them. I used to ask for forgiveness for what I hurt, and dedicate my remaining time to the things I love. I would prepare my daughter for the situation and write a letter about what she should do after me. Of course, I don't know if I could grow them in 1 day..