As a pilot, only two bad things can happen to you (and one of them will):
a. One day you will walk out to the aircraft, knowing it is your last flight, or
b. One day you will walk out to the aircraft, not knowing it is your last flight.
I walked out to ‘the Jet’ on 15 July 1988, knowing it was NOT my last flight in a T-38. It was the day I retired from the USAF; but somehow, I knew it wasn’t my last flight in the T-38.