Tomorrow Never Comes

photo by Caleb Woods via Unsplash

The last time you had held me on your lap, you had pointed out to the great blue canvas stretching out above us like the roof of a circus tent.

“That’s where I’ll be going and when I’m back, we can play as much as you want, promise!” you said.

Well Dad, it’s been ten years since you flew off to Heaven and there’s been no return flight announced yet.

Written for Three Line Tales Week 61

What prompted this story? Well, usually I don’t get into the nitty-gritties since everyone here is so creative that it would sound presumptuous of me to say what led me here. But this time, I really want to. Life is really short and we never know what’s going to happen from one minute to the next. While everything else takes priority, the one thing that’s shoved way down the to-do list is to play with your children. For a little heart full of expectations, disappointments seem too much of a burden to handle. Make time for them. Even at the expense of yourself. It will be all too soon before we’ll be asking them to make time for us anyways….


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