If I had no more tomorrows

If I had no more tomorrows

If I awoke today to the news that I had no tomorrow to look forward to, how different my voice would be.

How different my day would look.

How I would hold my mother’s hands and thank her for her love, her humor, her light. How I would tell her, again and again, that all is forgiven, all is forgotten and that if I could have chosen anyone else’s star to be born under, I wouldn’t. (more…)