After I cried for a *little* bit, I would eat my favorite meal, drop by a florist's shop and smell flowers.
I would then go to see a minister and have him pray with me; i would reaffirm my conviction and belief that the Christ is my Risen Savior and give thanks to Him that I would soon be joining Him.
After I left there, I would go to a funeral home and make my own arrangements so that my family didn't have the pain of doing that. I would take finances into consideration and, if money was tight, I'd arrange for cremation because it is so much less expensive.
From there, I would go buy something wonderfully special for my husband, parents, siblings, and my very best friends ~ nothing elaborate, but something *special* ... something that means ME ~ in my case, I love dragonflies and hummingbirds, so i'd probably buy each of them a crystal dragonfly or hummingbird, but the one I got for my husband would be different than all the rest of them ~ his would be even more special.
Once I got home, I'd call everyone and ask them to come over. I would tell each family member and friend how much I love them and how much they had helped shaped my life and how grateful I am to have been a part of their life, even if we had had differences along the way and I would apologize for any part I played in those differences.
When that was done and their gifts given, I would hug and kiss each of them and then ask them to leave so that I could spend every last second with my husband.
I would do my best not to cry, but instead I would give every ounce in me to make those last hours together the best hours ever. I would tell him to move on when he was ready and not to grieve too long because life was still out there waiting for him on Earth and I would be waiting for him in Heaven. I would recount all the beautiful times we had had together and thank him for loving me and being the most important person in my life. I would recall as many things as possible that we had laughed over so that we could laugh over them again. I would touch his face and memorize it.
Near the very end of my time, I would then tell him that I had made arrangements with a funeral home and all he needed to do was call the number and they'd take care of everything and ask him to go to my parents' and help them cope.
And when I knew the time was upon me, I would kiss my husband goodbye, tell him one last time that I love him and then I'd look upward with my eyes and with my soul and wait for the Light and look forward to being in Heaven, seeing Jesus, and joining those who have gone before me.