Just One More

It’s late at night. Once again I’m on a plane jammed in with a couple hundred other people, uncomfortable knowing that there will be little sleep. I have my earbuds in to drown out some of the noise and close my eyes. Then, without reason the gates swing open. The flood starts. The memories come crashing in like a the waves of a stormy sea. You can’t stop them. They just keep coming and the force of each is enough to knock you down. I love the memories but it can be overwhelming. I gasp for air as each new memory brings me great joy but also brings on such pain. The tears flow and I cry out why? How I love my Brian. How I miss him. He was real, not just a figment of my aging imagination. He was my son. He was a brother. He was an uncle. He was a beautiful soul. I just want another hug. I know that won’t be enough, won’t satisfy nonetheless I long for that hug. Just one more smile, one more joke, one more game of pool, one more minute. Maybe ….. just one more.