Reluctant Goodbye (Sentence to Story #29)

As soon as the light on my dash came on, all I could hear were my mother’s words from yesterday echoing in my head...

”Do you have enough gas in your tank? You don’t want to run out of gas on the way to bury your father, do you?”

I laughed. But as my 92' Buick choked over to the side of the road, I realized that one phrase summed up my life...Do you have enough gas in your tank?

“Well you’ll be in the car with me, so if I do run out, you can help me push,” I responded, trying to keep the moment...