I've been thinking about a post on slashdot about messages to leave for your young kids when you're dying. It's a heartbreaking thing to even think about. One good thing (if you can call it that) that the guy has is that he knows how limited his time is. He's not someone that expects he's got another 50 years in him and gets hit by a bus. He can plan. He can prepare, both himself and his family / friends.
So, what does this have to do with me? Simple. I could be the guy that gets hit by a bus next week. I don't want to be that guy, but you never know. So, what messages could I leave my kids (assuming that they could find them) that wouldn't mess them up? There are a bunch of wonderful suggestions on the linked article, but when you distil it down it only comes to one thing for me:
I love you very much.
That's it. That's the only message that I can think that I want to give. It's... everything. As they are to me. In time they would move on (as is normal) and my memory would slowly fade away. This is normal. This is what would permit the pain to fade and the healing to take place. But my message, I hope that would never fade but become part of the fabric of who they are. My Beloved.
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