If I had known the last time I held you that it would be the last time, I would not have let you go. I would have hugged you tighter and I would have thanked God for letting me.
If I had known that the last time I talked to you on the phone was the last time I would hear your voice I would not have put the receiver back in the cradle.
If I had known that the trip to the Reservoir was the only one we would take I would still be standing on the bluff looking out at the water.
The Scrabble Board is dusty.
The kite remains folded.
The Sand Dunes are still waiting.
The Aspens have lost their leaves.
The sun still sets and the moon still rises.
The stars still twinkle and I am sure some where life goes on, but it is not here. I look into the abyss that is my life and try to make meaning of it. I put one foot in front of the other and I say the things I am expected to say, but the world is empty and space but a void.
I must search for a new meaning to life because, after all, I am a survivor.
