April 27, 2014
A few years ago, my husband and I saw the movie, “The Bucket List,” with Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson. For those of you who haven’t seen it, The Bucket List is the story of two elderly men, one wealthy and not terminal, the other man, middle class and critically ill who end up in a hospital room together. During their stay, they discuss a lot of things, develop a friendship, and discuss their bucket list – what they would do differently, if they had all the time in the world.
The rich man played by Jack Nicholson empathizes greatly with Morgan Freeman’s character and his bucket list and begins writing down the man’s dreams, and sure enough, when Nicholson is released from the hospital, he offers Freeman an opportunity to do just that—achieve his bucket list.
It’s a wonderful, poignant movie about getting the most out of life and living our days to its fullest.
Little did I know the effect that movie would have on my husband. Shortly after that movie, he announced to me that he had a bucket list.
Now, a little backstory. My husband and I have been married for thirty-two years. He had no idea when we took our vows that I would write novels, and I had no idea that he would run marathons. But that’s what happened. At fifty years old, my husband’s doctor told him he was pre-diabetic. He decided to do something about it, and eight years later, he’s completed nearly thirty marathons.
On March 9th, my husband ran a marathon . . . .in Antarctica. I’m proud that he shows such dogged determination and that he’s been able to cross such a huge item off of his bucket list. But I must admit I hope he’s got some of the wanderlust out of his system and is ready to stay home for a while.
As I writer I live most of my time inside my head, and I’m happy that way. But I must admit it’s been so quiet without him. Do you have a bucket list?