On the day I died, I woke up, a bounce in my belly, a smile on my lips.
“You’re looking chipper,” she observed.
“Haven’t even had my coffee yet,” I said, hugging her the way I once did.
“What brought that on?” she asked.
I continued to grin like a school kid in the moment, finding lost pleasure, remembering the way I had imagined my life, my love would unfold.
After breakfast I made to leave.
“Where are you off to?” she queried.
“I’m thinking a hike up to the Falls,” I said.
“Be careful,” she advised.
“Always,” my love.
“You’re looking chipper,” she observed.
“Haven’t even had my coffee yet,” I said, hugging her the way I once did.
“What brought that on?” she asked.
I continued to grin like a school kid in the moment, finding lost pleasure, remembering the way I had imagined my life, my love would unfold.
After breakfast I made to leave.
“Where are you off to?” she queried.
“I’m thinking a hike up to the Falls,” I said.
“Be careful,” she advised.
“Always,” my love.
