I wasn't sure if there was an existing thread where it made sense to discuss this amazing essay by The Ringer's NBA writer Jonathan Tjarks, who has metastatic cancer and is confronting his own mortality:
I'm going to challenge everyone in this thread with the challenge I just posed to myself: Think of every person you know who died too young and left family behind (if you're like me, you unfortunately know all too many of them). What have you done to maintain relationships with those family members and keep the person's memory alive?I have already told some of my friends: When I see you in heaven, there’s only one thing I’m going to ask—Were you good to my son and my wife? Were you there for them? Does my son know you?