Hello everyone, welcome to the another weekend on the weekend experience contest, where we get to choose one or more topic from the topics chosen to write on.
I would be writing on the first topic that says:
if this weekend was your last one,you'd ever have, what would you do,who with and why?
When you're facing the end, what matters comes sharply into view. For me, it would be family, their familiar voices, laughter woven into my spirit, the enduring safety of their embrace.
I would gather close these people who know me most deeply. We'd have just enough time to mend cracks, forgive failings, be thankful for all we survived together. Enough time to remember old stories, the wisdom in our bones passed down generations. Enough for unsaid words of love to finally break free.
If it was my last weekend, I would spend it with my family, making the most of our last moments together. I would gather my parents, siblings, partner, and kids and fully cherish every hour at home. We would focus on connecting heart to heart, telling each other how much we care, reminiscing happy times, sharing words of love and wisdom, and making new special memories even at the end.
All that would matter is being together. Laughing, crying, talking we would give each other our full attention. No time or concern wasted on anything else. Just two days soaked in openness, gratitude for family. Doing everyday things like cooking a favorite meal or looking through old photos would become profound with so little time left. I'd etch these last impressions of closeness and affection into my soul. I would hold onto each small act of love and belonging to remember after they were no longer beside me.
In those final hours, my family and I would fall into easy conversation no holding back or hesitation. We'd speak honestly from the heart, reminiscing fondly, passing on hard-won wisdom. Laughing frequently, crying just as often, words swirling to capture everything left unsaid.
During lulls, we would cook or fold laundry simply to feel purposeful together. Peace would come in music, sunlight and uninterrupted closeness. Joy found in little things one more meal, an old song resurfacing childhood memories.
As dusk approached our last day, we’d voice regrets now ready to be laid to rest. Make amends where needed, relationships nurtured whole. Then as night fell, our talk would soften, words no longer enough. Hands held under the moonlight, I would feel our spirits mingling, boundaries thinning, lives intricately interwoven. One last taste of profound belonging before loved ones slipped back to mystery. I would etch each minute into memory. Then bow head and heart graceful, grateful though fate now divided us.
Yes, family gives meaning when little time remains not things, achievements or busy lists. Just eyes meeting mine, holding each other through tears as we feel this world about to separate us too soon. Yet our bonds surpassing human understanding. I would sink into that comfort this one last sacred time before life's curtain closes.
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Thanks for reading
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