It is not my call, so I might not get the chance to do these things. If they however, were in my power......
My daughters would be called to me. I would brush their hair, kiss their faces, calm their fears, and attempt to tell them what a tremendous honour it has been to be their mother. I would assure them that I had given them the best foundation I knew how to lay, and reasure them that, I trust their judgements and decisions going forward. They are worthy either to pursue careers or rear my Grandchildren. It is ok, if they try to balance the two. They will be fine without me. It is time for them to build tomorrow, remembering me will be enough.
Then, I would make, sweet, slow, and tender love with my husband, holding nothing back, knowing it would his final memory of me.
Already being under God's Grace, my last day would be dedicated to moving my family forward.