Mother and daughter,

driving down a highway,

exits flash by.

Daughter cries every time they pass one.

“It’s not our exit yet,”

Mother says gently.

“But it’s the last one”

daughter says sadly.

Mother sighs, just keeps driving.

Until one day,

inevitably,

daughter is right.

Even if it isn’t your last chance -

treat it as though it were.

The excited greeting,

the tearful farewell,

what about all the moments in between?

What would you notice about them if it was their - or your - last moment on Earth?

The lines on their face, the way their eyes catch the light, their smile -