Today my wife and I attended the celebration of life (memorial service) of her aunt.
She didn't have a perfect life (nobody does), but she was the kind of person who lived vigorously and never took a single day for granted.
A fellow at church once told me: any day you get out of bed is a good day. How true that is.
If I can live each day with a tenth of the vitality this lady had, it will have been a life well-lived. Just like hers was.