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Writer, Floridian, Adjunct professor, Liberal.
It’s easy to consider this question as a kind of fun thought experiment.
But reality is, the sun goes out for all of us at some point, and eight minutes till zero may be a lot longer than most people have.
Me, I’d tell my baby that I love her and that she’s my date for the pearly gates. If I were with her, we’d hold each other and probably cry. If I weren’t with her, I’ll remember flashes of the good things—my first sight of a bluebird, a picnic in a field of blue flowers high in the Rockies in a Colorado summer, drowsing off with a cat named Jack in the crook of my arm, the pleasure in good work well done, my Mom’s smile, a few times laughing my head off with friends. And my baby’s arms around me.
I know that probably sounds naive.