The Diary of A Widow

They say that when you die, your brain remains active for 7 minutes. Gamma waves. Retrieving and replaying your most significant memories. 

I hope that’s true.

 I hope you saw me and the kids. I hope you got to see them both being born again, their first foot steps, too. 

I hope you stood on the beach in Mexico with me, hand in hand, just like last time. 

I hope you felt the brotherhood of your best friends one last time. 

I hope you relived your first hole in one. 

I hope you got to see your last home run. 

I hope you got to stand on that mountain peak of the Blue Ridge Parkway again. 

I hope you felt so much unconditional love and peace. 

I hope you got to hug your mom as a little kid again, feel that comfort. 

I hope you felt me lying on your chest. 

I hope you kissed me. 

I hope you felt all of the wonderful things you had ever done or experienced. 

I hope, I hope, I hope.