My son giggled as he sailed down the slide, hands high in the air, fingers reaching for the clouds. He shrieked with joy when he landed in his sister’s arms at the bottom, twins enjoying a beautiful Spring day.
Our glasses clinked before we took a long swig of our wine, freshly retrieved from the local winery. This was our pastime, my mother and me, a glass of wine, popcorn, and a movie. She cherished these moments when I would visit, my time always seeming too short.
His lips lingered on mine, so soft, so loving. I can’t believe we had finally married, my wonderfully imperfect match. We turned to face our guests and he took a bow, relishing the cheering for his performance. I held my hand to his cheek.
In three heartbeats I saw my life, my loves, my salvation, and on the forth, my deliverance.
The car continued to spin out of control as the semi barreled toward me, horn blaring to warn me of a collision I couldn’t control.
Glass shattered, shards floating around me like glistening stars as I sailed out of my seat through the opening.
I should have told my friends I couldn’t make it tonight, I hadn’t wanted to come… what I wouldn’t give for one last giggle, sip, or kiss.