I wish I could remember every moment of growing up. The laughter. The tears.

One last time.

I want to see the glow of my wife’s face in the setting sun.

One last time.

I crave to feel the warmth of her body curled against mine.

One last time.

I wish I could go back in time and watch my daughter grow into such a beautiful person.

One last time.

I want to relive holding her in my arms at the hospital to taking her in my arms as an adult.

One last time.

I ache to watch my grandson grow from a baby and celebrate each of his 11 birthdays again.

One last time.

I wish I had more time with him. So much more I wanted to say and teach him.

One last time.

I want to feel his arms around my neck and hold him so tight.

One last time.

I want all of these things and so much more, as I take my last breath.

One last time.