I would quietly reflect on memories- and a very few regrets.
Ladies that I should have- but didn't.
Time I should have spent with the kids- but couldn't.
Paths that I eventually chose- but should have done earlier.
Smile on my lady's face- and knowing that I put it there.
Hearing my baby girl laugh, covered up in kittens.
Seeing that 5th bullet neatly clip the edge of the one hole in the target.
Looking up at a fall sunset, decorated with geese in flight.
Sitting with good friends around the fire, glass of good bourbon, tall tales.
One PERFECT right cross to a real jerk.