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The Last Step
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 Created on 3-25-07
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The Last Step
If this is it.
If this is the end.
Tell Margaret I love her.
Tell Danny he’s the best son in the world.
Give Sydney the roses.
My mother the money.
My sister the clock.
My father all of the missed birthday cards I have for him.
If this is it.
If this is the end.
I want to let you know how it happened.
How I died.
How I went.
How I pasted on.
It was the morning.
It was at the suns rise.
It was quiet.
It was cold.
It was perfect.
I stood at the edge, and looked out over the world, far over the forests, the towns, the cities, the houses, the rivers, the lakes, the oceans.
I looked for miles and miles, and I smiled.
I remember all the good times.
All the bad times.
All the sad times.
All the great times.
And I smiled.
All the music in the world. All the art. All the people. All the love. All the hate. All the death. All the life.
I smiled for everyone here. I smiled for those who can’t. I smiled for those who won’t. I smiled extra for those who do it already.
I was happy.
I was glad.
I was filled with joy.
At the edge I saw everything. The future. The past. The now. I saw it all and I laughed at the funny parts, cried at the sad, smiled at the good times, frowned at the bad.
It was all great. Every part. To see my son grow old. To see my wife live long. To see the family grow and grow and grow.
Then I jumped.
I felt the wind, I felt my heart beat, I felt the tears roll of my cheeks and fly into the wind. I watched the sky as I fell, I watched the clouds turn different hues, the purples, the reds, the pinks, all so bright and cheery.
And this is it.
And this is the end.
And as I hit the ground.
I leave Sydney the roses.
I leave my sister the clock.
I leave my mother the money.
I leave my father the missed birthday cards.
I leave Danny the word of a father.
And to Margaret, I leave my love.
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Please Login to post comments| On March 28th 2007 Unperfection Said : | |
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wow that is amazing! while i was reading it i really felt like i was there! i understand what u meant by describing it in more detales. |
