Had a friend who worked very hard his entire life as a forklift driver in a warehouse. He had short bucket list of relatively simple things he wanted to do. Nothing was extravagant or exotic. In fact the four items were pretty mundane. He came down with cancer his last year on the job. I wrote his will shortly after his diagnosis. We talked briefly about his bucket list and I urged him to go do those things. Two of the things were so simple, I was surprised he hadn't already done those. He mournfully replied, that "Life got in the way." He worked up to the point where his accumulated sick leave would coast him through to his retirement date. Comes spring, there was a weekend rondy he always attended, but was too sick, so we arranged for some of his buckskinner friends to come and spend the weekend in his yard for a last rondy for him. He and his wife's 35 th anniversary was to be his last day before retirement. He asked me to pick up a gift and flowers for his wife, if he couldn't. That day he was very sick and could barely move, so I got a gift and flowers for him to give her. The next day, the first of his retirement, he died. Whenever there is something I consider doing and upon second thought, postpone it, his words come back to haunt me. Life gets in the way.