Five minutes to live

The other day I heard a question and it made me pause as I contemplated my split second answer. To be honest is to say I knew the answer right away, the contemplation part was the why did I choose that answer.

"If you only had five minutes to live, who would you want to speak to?" 

On September 9th, 1974, my Mom died in a plane crash in Nanaimo B.C. She was 27 years old. The newspaper stories about the crash claim that it was foggy and when the pilot tried to exit a ravine one of the wings clipped a mountainside. All twenty nine people on board died. 

After hearing the aforementioned question, my thoughts went immediately to my Mom and the last five minutes of her life. What was she thinking about before the plane struck the ground and ended hers and twenty nine other peoples lives? 

I do believe my Mom is in heaven (afterlife, spirit world). I also believe that I will see her there, so it makes sense that I wouldn't use my last five minutes on earth speaking to her. 

It's my son. If I had five minutes left to live, I'd want to speak to my son. I'd want to say "luv you" to him one more time. It is my hope by then that all the things that needed to be said were done long before that last five minutes so that I could just hold his hand and say "luv you". 

Because of the way my Mom's life ended, I have tried my best to live my life with no regrets. I have forgiven others for what has no bearing on my "now" life. I have forgiven myself for being an imperfect human being. I live each day with pure intentions. I live each day so that if I had five minutes left the only thing I'd want to do is say "luv you" one last time to my son. 

If you only had five minutes to live, who would you want to speak to? <3