When Death Stumbles Upon Me
When death stumbles upon me, I hope it comes a day after I have said my farewells to the people I love. A day where I have held them a little longer, said the things I needed to say, and left nothing behind that needed to be spoken. And even when I am gone, I hope you can still feel me. When death stumbles upon me, I hope it feels like being wrapped in a cozy blanket on a cold night, when the world outside is quiet and there is nowhere else you need to be. I hope it feels like those little moments when you are too tired to take care of yourself, and someone who loves you does it for you without being asked. When you are half asleep, barely aware of what is happening, but somehow still comforted by the sound of familiar voices nearby. When death stumbles upon me, I hope it feels like sitting by a fireplace, wrapped in layers, snuggled next to you, and going through every memory we have ever made together. The big ones. The stupid ones. The ones we almost forgot. I hope we laugh at them ...