Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on visit.
Go.
Last year, I wrote a five minute prompt on visit.
I thought back to a time when all of my friends and I were in one location, one apartment, one town. All smooched together.
Now, we all live all over and all we have is our visits.
This prompt, my mind goes to something very different.
I have been thinking a lot recently about how fleeting life is.
How we all think we have a tomorrow.
How my aging parents are the only people I know that talk about life after they are gone.
But last month, I saw a young mother of three lose a battle and leave this earth.
For weeks, I thought about what that must have felt like for her and her family.
As I would put my two small faces to bed, I would think...how would I ever say goodbye?
This young, this small, how would I say goodbye?
And I thought about their visits, their time together and what they would say back and forth to one another.
Those precious moments when you try and smooch a lifetime of love into days/weeks.
Visits when you want them to know how memories of your time with them will keep them warm.
How even if you are not here, you will always be with them.
And all I could do is think I don't want to wait for visits.
Not now, not as I age.
I just want them to know now.
I carry you with me everyday guys.
Just thinking about you makes me smile.
You are strong and loving.
You are a part of me and a part of him, and together, we are better than apart.
You are lucky because you got the best parts of us.
You are remarkable, and smart.
You are the definition of love.
You gave me a second chance, at life, at childhood.
You keep me warm and fill me full.
I am always with you, you are always with me.
Carry me in your heart and I will carry you in mine.
And above all, I love you.
Stop.
