The idea is to write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
TODAY’S WORD: LAST
Tragically, this story is true, and way too recent. God bless you, Bob.
She didn’t know it was the last time she would see him, or speak to him or hear his voice. If she had, she would have held him longer. She would have talked to him. She would have tried to help.
As it is, the last memories are tragic. He didn’t tell anyone what he was planning to do. So the best friends who came, the wives who intercepted her in the driveway, their last memory of him is tainted. And now he is gone.
He left more questions than answers. His note explained nothing. Why? why! Now, instead of planning that camping trip, they are planning a funeral. Instead of ordering materials to build that deck, they are ordering flowers and calling family members home.
If she had known it was her last time speaking to him… if she had known it was her last time hugging him… if she had know it was his last day… what would she have done different? Could she have done anything different?
He was loved. He was cherished. Did he remember that in those last moments? Did he remember how precious he was to all of them and how precious they were too him?
Last day, last moments… regrets.