My Mother was with my father when he died.

It was late evening. He asked for her help getting to the bathroom. (Something he’d never done before.) He took a few steps, collapsed and said,

“I’m dying.”

(He never spoke another word.)

I can’t help but wonder…

What was going on in his mind?
Was it clear, unencumbered?
Did his life flash before his eyes?

During that short period of time when I was certain my life had irrevocably changed, no thoughts of the past surfaced. Only thoughts of the future.

Thoughts of what my life could have been.

All the goals I’ve been working on that would be left unachieved.

And, how I’d squandered precious time that would be forever lost to me.




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