Feb 1_Write about a kiss.
Life moved around us as if set on fast forward, while we both seemed frozen in place. I sat alone facing him trying to gather the thoughts, feelings and emotions rushing through me into what needed to be the perfect combination of words to speak to the most wonderful man I had ever met.
The room was now empty. Even though other people’s departure seemed sudden, I knew hours had past while we both sat starring at each other. I remember, I couldn’t move any part of my body for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, I closed my eyes, tried to regulate my breathing with a long, deep inhale and dug down to muster every last ounce of courage and strength I had left within my now shaking body.
I knew I would never forget this kiss. I knew I had only one chance to make this kiss encompass an entire lifetime. I stood up and walked over to him.
I whispered the words which had been cycling through my head all day and which, by no means, were the perfect combination to fully convey what I had been thinking and feeling for days – for years.
After saying my unbearable goodbye, I lent over my father’s lifeless body and kissed his forehead trying to remember his face I would never see again. 
Oh my gosh....that brought tears to my eyes. Did he pass recently? Your words are so sad, yet beautiful at the same time. Thanks for sharing this with us!!
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Thank you for your kind compliments.
My father passed away about 14 years ago. Some memories stay as if they happened yesterday.
Thanks again!
J.
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Beyond words beautiful. Heart-wrenching.
*****5 Stars
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Sure make us cry. You really have a talent with your words.
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Incredibly moving...
Wish I didn't understand the emotion behind losing a parent, though your words convey the perfect love that always remains.
Huge hugs for you...
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Thank you all for the incredible comments.
Another hidden meaning to this, is that the beginning is acutally about a non-date, date I was on with the infamous Josie blog "secret crush." The only kiss it ended with was that of one you would give to a sibling. Great, I'm like a sister yet again. My feelings - and the environment - were the same as the day of my father's funeral --sort of....time standing still...starring at him...mustering up courage...
Does that seem perverse? Goth? Wacky?
I sure it may, but I didn't want to give the "secret crush" the satisfaction of having this tale end with him - I wanted it to end with the true most wonderful man I had ever met.
Thanks again to everyone...
J.
xoxoxox
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