Every night he kicks, yanks, and tugs the sheet out on his corner, and every morning I tuck it back in. When I find myself getting grumpy about having to lift that heavy mattress with one hand while tucking the sheet back in with the other, I remind myself that One Day this could be one of the things I miss the most.
If I knew which one of us is going to die first, it would change everything.
But I don’t know . . . and that changes everything, too.
Who will be the holder of the memories? That is the hardest question to ask… to look at. I like your perspective though, what will I miss? and it will most likely be the things that annoy me now. 🙂
I can’t even think it.
I know what you mean. (But try as I may, I cannot cajole myself into imagining that I’ll ever miss the ice crunching.) xo
Funny thing…when I read the beginning of the first sentence, got the drift of where you were headed…my thoughts…before finishing that sentence…were exactly the rest of your sentence.
You already live this, so yes, you know. Love you.