When my cousins Ron and Joan suggested my 88 year old mother June create a “bucket list,” she reluctantly agreed. She had seen the movie with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman and knew the term meant a list of what she’d do if she only had a year to live.
She only came up with two items, both revisiting places she had lived in and loved, upstate New York in the fall and Washington DC in the spring. Ron and Joan, lifelong world travelers, told her she didn’t get the concept. “You’re supposed to put down new places, new experiences, things you’d really like to do but never got around to.” June stayed firm. “I’ve done lots of interesting things,” she said. “Now I’m only interested in things that have meaning for me.”