If I could jump forward in time, where would I go?
The Daily Prompt has a weekly writing challenge. I haven’t ever tried one before, although sometimes I think about them. But today’s prompt has really grabbed me.
“If you could jump forward it time, where would you go?”
You see, today is one of those days that make me look back in time. Twenty eight years ago this morning, my deepest wish came true. Twenty eight years ago, I became a mother. I remember thinking on that morning, “Now my life is complete.”
Silly, I know! I was only twenty nine myself; I hadn’t really done anything yet! But I held my baby girl in my arms, and I felt complete. I felt that no matter what else I ever accomplished, I would have left at least a mark on the world.
Since that innocent time, my life has gone bumping along on its average, everyday course. I have been blessed with two more children who I love as much as the first. And I have struggled to let each of them go as my nest has emptied out.
Since that time, I’ve started to wonder about my place in the universe. My place in the world. In my town!
I kind of wonder if there will be much of an empty spot once I move on.
You’ve read Tom Sawyer, right? You know the scene where he attends his own funeral?
Well, that’s where I would go if I could travel forward in time. To the day after I die.
I want to see how it goes. I hope there will be a lot of hugs and laughs. I hope there will be funny stories, “Remember the time she……?” I hope that my kids are fine, and that it happens far enough in the future that it won’t hurt them too much.
I hope there will be some good music. Maybe John Rutter’s “Lux Aeterna”. Or “Born to Run”. I’d be cool with either one.
I hope there will be food. Meatballs, maybe? Or a raw bar and champagne!
I hope that when people say “She’ll be missed” they really mean it.
I hope that when I get to the Pearly Gates the doorman will tell me that the world is a little teeny bit better just because I lived.