Hello son,
I write to you to propose you a deal, I have thought about it a lot and it would suit us both, but I’m not going to force you to accept it, but let me explain to you what it’s about:
Don’t get sad, but all one day we will leave this body, some before, others after, but we all will have the time, I’m sure that that day you will be very sad, I already see you in your suit @TAG, traveling and arriving from another place, to bid farewell, with a crown of roses, or maybe a bouquet of sunflowers.
You will mourn me, and so subsequently, try to comply with all protocols, of a d3ath.
Well…Here goes my deal!
How about if instead of getting me roses when I d!e, you send them to me now?
Finally d3ad, what else gives, I’m not even going to see how beautiful they are and less to feel their scent?
What do you think if that day, that for sure everyone will drink coffee at my wake, you better come now, and we drink that coffee, for sure it will be tastier than those who will prepare that day.
You know I have my secret for coffee and we accompany it, with those rolls that you like so much.
How about instead of coming to my black fancy suit wake, you come today in a suit of any color and we’re going to eat at a really nice restaurant.
Don’t worry I’ll pay!
I imagine that day you will come with your partner and your children if you already had it, and everyone will be sad.
And if we change it because you come over now and I cook something yummy, for your partner and your kids, and we watch movies like when you were a kid or we all went out for walks together, and we eat ice cream, you know I love it.
What do you think if instead of traveling desperate to get to my wake, you better come now and enjoy me a lot, now that I’m alive.
Death for what, we won’t even be able to talk, I could talk to you so much, but you always live against time.
How about taking a break and we chat?
Tell me son…How do you think about my deal?
I’ll change it to you on the day I die.
That day please don’t come…Don’t come!
Come today and we can enjoy it together! Because when I’m alive I’ll enjoy it, when I’m dead I’ll be no longer there.
And you sure wanted to make a pretty wake up call! But who will you do it for? If I’m no longer there.
Sorry to text you but I miss you.
You are smarter than those children who cry to their mother when they are dead, and cry to heaven. Because God took her.
They blame God for their departure, but they never knew how to appreciate the days God gave them, to enjoy it.
Some regret not kissing them in life, but in death they will.
Son, come and shower me with kisses, I will not refuse. Never!
When I was a young girl, I was excited when a little boy would bring me roses, chocolates and those beautiful stuffed animals, when they sang to win me over, they even became poets and wrote very beautiful things to me.
Do you know? I’m still a woman and I still get excited about those things, and I swear that a rose of yours, is worth more than all the roses I’ve been gifted in all…My whole life!
I still get excited when I get a flower arrangement, a teddy bear or chocolates, but noone brings me anything for a while.
Does your sister send me flowers, by mail and other gifts with a very well wishes card.
He does it on special events and I appreciate it so much. But, I don’t see it!
If you knew that with one little thing you would make me the happiest woman in the world!
Because yes, children also need to be detailed with their parents.
You’ll understand me when you have children, and you’ll know that a rose is worth more than all, that you’ve been given in your life.
Well son, I don’t bore you anymore, I just wanted to change the day of my death, with the day of my life, so you can enjoy, so your tears will be of joy.
Kiss me so much, that when it’s time to leave, you have no more kisses left to give me.
Enjoy me so much, that when I’m gone, you won’t regret why you didn’t spend more time with me.
I got plenty of advice to tell you, don’t let me take them to my grave! Good son…What do you say?
Will you sign the deal?
Your mother who adores you.
Ps: I like sunflowers, and red roses. I love you…