One Hour Left

I sure do not want to spend my last hour fretting about how I was going to die, but that is me. I am a scardy-cat. The  monster-in-my-closet has always been “The Unknown”

So, let’s say that I already know, and that I am OK with the how and the why. The timing sucks. Talk about a hard deadline…

I would want to be with my husband for that hour so I could melt into one of his bear hugs and feel safe. I would pray for my loved ones who will be left to their own devices when I am gone. I would also pray for forgiveness – from God, and all who have known me long enough for me to have said or done something stupid to offend them.

I am in tears, just writing this post, so in reality an hour is probably all I could stand.