Counting
counting down
We always went to your house to play. The backyard was bigger which meant that our adventures were more fun when our imagination ran wild. Cowboys and Indians, tag, jumprope, jacks; anything that passed the time and made us laugh. You used to count on your fingers during hide and seek, which I always playfully teased you about. Now I hold those fingers and count the beeps from the heart monitor, counting down the moments left in your life. I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like moving forwards without you to make me smile.