There are many things in the is life, that I can't be certain . But I know this for certain: This is the end. No more late night movies. No more morning coffee. No more afternoon walks. No more tears. Just a month, maybe a little more. I don't know what awaits me, but does it really mater? I worry now about the little details: Should I write letter to my loves ones? Should I give my little sister one more bear hug? Should I tell my father how I truly admired him for being so patient with me? Should I tell my mother, all the times I told her she loved my older brother more than me it was just in jest? I don't know, but I know this for certain: I will be missed and, I will miss it all: Getting married, raising a family, teaching my boys how to be admirable men and my girls how to be strong women. As I roll through the highway, with the windows rolled down, radio blaring, lyrical omens blast my ears , ' Don't You wanna stay here a little while?"..."Yes!" I emphatically answer as I hear the cursed chorus questioning me over and over.
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