This is me at my most pseudo-philosophical.
I don’t know why it bothered me for a while till I eventually got over it, but the last time I ever do something, I’ll probably not even know that it’s the last time I’ll be doing it. I’m guessing it’s because I started to really think about this when my mom’s PSP (Progressive Supranuclear Palsy) started to show its first real signs when her car hit the side of the garage door frame of her house as she was pulling into it. That was the last time she ever drove. I regretted never taking her to a parking lot to have at least that one last moment for her that didn’t have to end in disaster.
So my mind mauled on in realization that everything we do in our lives will probably have its last moment that we’ll be completely unaware of, so it gave me just a little more appreciation in life. Like I was saying, it’s pseudo-philosophy with no real meaning behind any of it. It is a closed-ended topic, but it meant something to me and I thought just to throw it out there.