…e. Eat more vegetables. Squeeze every last drop of laughter. Explore every last inch of this earth. Call your dad. Stuff every sweet moment, savory bite, special someone into every superlative second. This is all we have. Let it wash over you like a warm breeze or a saltwater wave.
Let me tell you a short story. One day I listened to my voicemail, smiled at the message from Dad and then cleared my voicemail because the box was full. Two hours later my Dad died and I cried that I’d never hear his voice again.
So now I’ve saved voicemail messages from Mom, because she always says I love you and now I know for sure that I will never have to live a day I can’t hear her voice saying those words.
This was lovely — thank you.