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That is my goal, not realized. So, if today was the day I discovered there was only an hour left – it would be a frantic, hurried, ridiculous scrambling of messages and things unfinished. I would spend much of that hour just being with and listening to my children.
But if it was only me . . .
If it was only me, I would want to hold on and be held by someone I cherished and who, in return, cherished me. I am playing pretend so fortunately this is not my last hour. There is still the hope, I may someday recapture sentiment. Because in those last moments, I would want the embrace that brings back the first; the first smile, the wink, the laugh, the conversation, the touch and the achingly soft, slow kisses which promise forever.