All of us have last things...

The last time you wake up at sunrise, the last time you read your favorite author, the last time you eat a ripe peach...

The last time you say good bye...

Its bedtime again. Camille and James are snuggled into bed. Its raining finally outside. I have worked two weeks straight. I am tired and I want to be cranky. Honestly I have all week but, but a thought crept into my mind.

More specifically a thought carried on a memory.

It had rained that week...

The ground was green, my dad had decided to take me on a ride. He took me on so many I lost count. I was getting older. I was nearly to big to ride on his bike with him. I had not thought about that before tonight.

I remember the valley off 49 we rode through. I remember the old wooden bridge we stopped at. It had an old plaque made of bronze where it had the name Jesse James written on it. The air was sweet with the early spring, and the sky was the glorious blue you only see on a good day.

And it was my last ride on his bike...

Every ride can be your last.

Every ride, every conversation, and every word. Don't let it be marred with petty fear, resentment and regret.

I will never forget that ride. It was worth being my last.

When you wake up tomorrow remember if your pissed, or afraid it could be the last. Dont waste it on fear. Dont waste it not being honest. Know things will be okay, hug your loved ones.

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