Innocence.
Not having to deal with the weight of mistakes you’ve made. You were still at the start of your life.
First loves.
My brother being alive.
My brotherhood with my boys. Life and obligations pushed us away. We still cool but not how it was.
Beautiful moments with my mom. Sometimes I wish that I die before her because I won’t be able to handle it. My brother already left a crater sized hole in me.
My grandparents being alive, being little and running around their house 24/7.
When I die I hope God let’s me get another go round, same exact life and family, so I can see everybody again and cherish them this time