My husband (33) was very obsessed with FIRE. He had an entire plan for us to retire early by our early 40s. He saved every penny. We both worked excruciating hours; our dream was to spend many years traveling once we retired.
One morning last year, we had breakfast, he kissed me goodbye and said he’d see me for dinner. He died in an accident later that morning. He never made it home for dinner.
He had been saving like crazy his whole life. He worked brutal hours for this FIRE dream. Luckily, in the year or so before the accident, I’d finally gotten him to spend some money. We went to the Alps, we went to the beach, we had nice dinners, we got a new camper. I’m so glad we did those thing