It was a long day at work. I had tougher days physically. But this one was just nonstop and unrelenting. The commute Home was difficult as well. There was an incident on the road, traffic was bumper to bumper and crawling. I came home tired, a little grumpy, and hungry. Removing my work boots was a notably pleasant part of my day.
I collapsed on the couch, stretched out and closed my eyes. A minute or two later I felt the sensation of eyes locked on me. I peeked out from under my arm to see Lydia standing a couple feet away, staring at me, the hint of begging in her slight smile. My little girl had been sick all day, she was in her pajamas, her hair was a mess.
I stretched again and tapped my chest twice. She knows that cue and climbed up on top of me. Immediately I felt her ear pressed against my chest.
“How’s your fever sweetie?”
“Not bad. I was really cold earlier today. You weren’t around so I had to use blankets instead.”
“I’m sorry. I was at work all day.”
“Yeah, but you’re Home now.”
“Yeah…I am Home right now.” I draped an arm across her and pulled her in closer.

They say your life will flash before your eyes during your final moments on Earth. I think I’ll put this moment on that play list.