As I lay dying I allow myself to think back at the life I have lived.
I think about all the nights I spent alone in the office chasing something I could never get enough of.
I think that if I only spent some of those nights at home with my wife instead then maybe she would have been here with me.
Maybe she would sit here next to me and hold my hand.
Maybe our children would be here with children of their own.
As I lay dying, I can see all the things I did wrong. All the things I should have done differently.
And I pray for a second chance.
Just one more day and maybe I can tell them all how sorry I am.
Just how much wish I would have liked differently.
As I lay here, I pray that I will not die alone.
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