Life is short

Life is short. The past few days I have had one coworker's husband pass away and another coworker's husband have a stroke. I need to develop and work on my bucket list. Here is what I have so far. The first was addressed in the first post and that is to finish my bachelor's degree. The rest of the list looks like this, so far:
I want to see fireflies, slide down a glacier, find a manatee in the wild, snorkel in the Atlantic Ocean and in the Gulf of Mexico, see the ruins in South America, take a trip to Europe to see the Netherlands, France and Italy and own my own house. I have always wanted to have a book published. I thought it would be cool to see my name in the card catalog in the library. I guess that alone gives an indication of how old I am. I even started three books. The last one I simply wanted to write the beginning of a book that my sister was going to write. She wanted to write an autobiography. I wrote a preface for her, but she never did anything with it. Now her health has deteriorated so much that I don't think she ever will. I wonder where that preface is. I know it is around my house somewhere because I never throw anything away.