Got to deathbed (series of strokes) etc. Then had the poor grace to get better, sort of.

Made sure to say what I wanted to kids, (best I could). Reached out to ones that I wanted to.

The experience definitely changes perspective. Spending time with loved ones is far more important. Work is far less, except when I need a break from loved ones.

I really stopped giving any sort of sh*t what anyone thought. So I’m much less afraid to call it like I see it.