If you knew you were going to become blind tomorrow, what would you look at today?

If I knew I would be blind tomorrow, today I would spend the entire day looking at my kids and husband. I may spend a moment looking at old pictures with them, and then go on a walk looking at the world, the sky, the birds. I would want to spend most of the day, however, looking into the kids beautiful eyes and seeing their beautiful faces.

This is one of those great questions that helps you truly prepare for the adverse in life. To answer it, you have to role play, which for me is a good thing, because if I just found out today that I would lose my sight tomorrow, I would be in a very agitated state of anxiety and even though after the initial shock I might have the presence of mind to say to myself, "don't waste what little you have left," I don't think I could really "savor" what I was taking in because of the imminent loss of something so precious and so elementally part of my very existence. So, from a roll playing perspective, like so many others who have already answered, my first inclination would be to savor the view of my children.To memorize the nuances of the way their hair grows at the scalp while brushing it for them, to see the shape of the vertebrae in their spine as it slopes down their back.

To look at their knees, their jawline, their ears. (We are a very eye contact family, so I pretty much have a lock on every spec of their corneas, every eyelash.) And I would just watch them from afar, soaking up the natural way they cock their head, they way they stand when relaxed versus intent, the way their shoulders pitch when they walk, the infinite expressions of their faces. And I would study their hands.

They have such beautiful hands. I would spend part of the day driving too. I love to drive.

I always get a sense of freedom when I get behind the wheel. I would savor this for the last time. I would draw my last sketch, and if time permitted do my last painting.

I would watch the light dance in my crystal collection. I would look in a cows eyes. I would play a game of softball one more time.

I would give away all my plants while they are healthy and trim, including my much loved orchids, to ensure they get proper care. I would come to Mahalo and say goodbye. Tip the balance of my M$ to all the good people I have come to know.

I would go through my children's "Treasure Boxes" (momentos from their school years....Papier-mache pigs from Charlotte's Web studies, programs from concerts, clay projects, handmade Christmas ornaments, etc.) If time permitted I would go to a museum and look at sculpture and other art. Along the way I would look at the details of architecture. I would drive a little more and then watch my children as long as they would let me.

I would cry. I would look at the stars, review the day locking it as deep in my memory as possible, and say goodbye to that part of me which will be no more.

First, I would explain to my son why I was staring at him all day. I will be able to replay his life in my mind's eye as I go forward: how he looked when he was small; watching him grow; and every image that my memory should readily provide. But knowing that I will never see him as he progresses and changes would certainly prompt my wanting to memorize every detail of his beautiful face.

I suppose I would thank God that I was only losing my sight so I may continue to enjoy the person that he is, aside from what he looks like. I would look at my cat, and the rest of my animals. I would look at my roses.

I would look at a nearby mountain that I have always loved. Facebook, of which I am not fond, would certainly provide a wealth of photos for easy access, to be able to take a look at the faces I will never see again. I would look into my soul and wonder what on earth I will do with my words, my allies, when I can no longer see to communicate.

That probably could be put on the back burner as I determine what to do with my racially changed life. Even though it is a year old, below is a photo of my son. This is an excellent reminder to take some more recent photos!

Wow, There would be so much I would want to look at one last time. First would be my kids, the stars, a sunrise and sunset, the ocean, trees, flowers all that stuff you just take for granted is there everyday. Old pictures of my kids and family, my mom.

Butterflies, birds .. the list would be endless it seems . I would start and end with my kids. Just really made me think about how many wondrous beautiful things that our world offers us to look at that we probably don't really look at them.

From artwork to architecture my brain would overload.

I would look at everything I could whie I had the chance.

Probably a lot of dirty stuff. I generally don't look at it much at all and if losing my site, I'd want to make sure I got more than my fill! I'd most likely take a laptop to a nudie bar and stay for 16 hours.

Spend the rest of the time looking at the sky maybe.

I would take in as much of nature as I could, knowing I would never see another flower bloom, or a baby bird born, or any of the things I love so much. I love my children, so I would look at their pictures, but those memories would just leave me sad, knowing that I could never see my future grandchildren, or be able to see them swinging or playing. I'd study every inch of my cat and birds so I could remember them as they were.

I'd probably look at my house and yard, knowing it would go to hell after I was gone, because no one would take care of the flowers and plants. I would try to get someone to arrange to give as much away as possible, so that it could live. I'd take a drive down to the beach and watch the water, the wildlife, the people.

I'd close my eyes and just listen to the sounds, since that is all I'd have in the future, and try to identify the sounds by what makes them. I'd go to the grocery store and just look at all the fresh food. Knowing that I would never be able to tell on my own again whether something was ripe enough or had spots on it and not being able to pick out the best piece of meat or fish would be hell for me.

And finally, I would fix my hair, put on all my makeup, dress in my nicest clothes, and just look at myself in a full length mirror, so I could remember myself as looking good.

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