Visiting my brothers in Indiana, the 3 of us went hunting for paw-paws. In an hour, we found 5.
My brothers were generous enough to give me the 2 ripe ones. Oh, my. I haven't tasted a paw-paw in decades. Maybe this paw-paw is the last one i will ever eat in this lifetime.
I tried to savor each and every bite, each and every breath that brought that familiar smell to my nostrils.
Savoring every moment as if it's the last. Because it is.