Five Minute Friday: Last

The idea is to write for five minutes flat.  No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

Five Minute Friday



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.



4 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday: Last

  1. This is so very sad. Praying that your friend will find comfort in God. There may never be answers this side of heaven. This was a reminder to make each day count. Tell those you love that they are precious. I visited from Five Minute Friday & will be praying for you all.

  2. Oh Amy, what a heartfelt tribute to your friend, so vulnerable and honest. I’m so sorry, such a tragic loss and so many unanswered questions for his friends and family. Stopped by from FMF, will keep you all in my prayers

  3. As a person who has suffered from depression and contemplated suicide many times, I am very touched by this. We probably will never understand what compels it; all we can do is pray.

    Visiting from Five Minute Friday.

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