The Story Meant To Be Written

So close.

"Honey? Honey? Can you listen to me please? I was wondering if you'd like to..."

I don't hear the rest.

We're just married.

I have to finish this so I can better support her.

This is the story I was meant to write.

 

Almost there.

"Daddy, can you come play with me?"

He's 3 years old.

We'll play later.

I have to keep writing.

This is the story I was meant to write.

 

One more chapter.

"Daddy? Will you read me a bedtime book?"

He's 8 years old.

2nd grade.

His mother can do it.

I'll get back to her tomorrow.

This is the story I was meant to write.

 

A few more edits.

"Sweetheart, can we go out this weekend? Been awhile with just the two of us."

I love her so.

But perhaps next weekend.

This is the story I was meant to write.

 

Need to fix the flow of this section.

"Hey buddy! Wanna go on a hiking trip in the mountains? It'll be just like the old days. Real living. Adventuring. Exploring..."

It's good to hear from him.

But we'll have to reschedule.

This is the story I was meant to write.

 

The final draft.

"Honey are you ready?"

"Dad? We've gotta go."

It's his graduation.

I couldn't be prouder.

I'll just take a few pages with me to edit until his name is called.

This is the story I was meant to write.

 

One final polish.

"Honey? Honey, wake up. I...I don't know if you can here me but listen...you've had an accident and the doctors...they don't think you're gonna make it...I love you Honey. We love you..."

And It hits me that my writing doesn't matter.

My life has passed me and I've forgotten...

This is the story I was meant to write.