My Tiny Grain of Sand

If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster. I'd write about my life. How I met my husband and how we fell in love. I would leave in all the little embarrassing things I've done. I would put myself into each page, every clumsy, silly bit of me. I would write about my childhood, my old boyfriends. Everything important, every big mistake, every regret. I would pour it all out. I would free myself, unwrap my past and all my dreams for the future, everything I'd miss. I would write about my children and how much I love them. I'd leave a piece of myself for my children to take with them on their own journeys. I'd put every single bit of advice I could ever give them into those pages and every single happy birthday that I'd miss. I'd give them every word, every thought I could. I'd tell them how much I'd miss them. How I'll watch over them from Heaven and how I'll put in a word for them with the big man. I'd tell my husband that he's only allowed to spend a year grieving and then he must peel himself off the couch and start dating. I'd tell him I wouldn't even care if he dated that busty blond who always hits on him at our son's soccer games... Just as long as he's still my husband when he comes to meet me in Heaven.

I would put in little inside jokes that only my loved ones would understand... I'd leave my mark on the world, my tiny grain of sand.