I’m so sorry for the loss of your friend.
Strange synchronicity. I was pondering the same question yesterday as I was cleaning my Dad’s closet. It’s been a few years since he passed and I thought it was time. I thought I was ready.
What I discovered is that if I hugged his shirts, they still have the vague but unmistakable scent of his presence.
I could hear his voice saying the same things, back when he was dying. Don’t do things that make you miserable, that’s not what you’re here for.
All of the things your friend shared, I recall my Dad saying at the end of his life, too. I think sometimes the act of living makes us complacent. Because we “are” living, we don’t look at “how” we are living. And I think the reminder is good. At least for me.
Thank you for sharing this. I hope more people stumble across it and pause to think a little more deeply, about how we spend the only currency we can’t earn more of.