I always loved to jot down my precious moments in words. But in my very last moments of life and the most previous ones worth jotting down I choose to stay with my son and his wife. They were there with me along with the picture of my parents, my wife and some of my stuff. And trust me I felt like the richest man alive in my last few minutes. I was proud of my son and he had a lovely wife. It reminded me of my wife and my love story. It also reminded me of a show named “how I met your mother” and how awesome it used to be. I loved it so much that I cried in the finale episode and made a vow to myself that I would also tell the story of how I met my son’s mother to my son. I almost forgot. But it’s still not so late I got plenty of breaths still left. I started narrating to him since the very first beginning and trust me even with all of me wanting so good bye to life I still felt a huge urge to live a few minutes more just so that I could reminiscence my love and thanks to whom I got an awesome son.

I used to be careless and had a habit of leaving my stuff in around places. I hated myself for that and it had cost me a lot of losses. One time I forgot my phone at an eating place and this girl took it with herself and kept it till I could trace it back. She was exactly my kind and I turned out to be exactly her kind too. This time my carelessness gave me something. And one day I proposed to her and said that I would not die until you die and thus you would never be alone till your last breath. We had family and class issues but we were accomplished people in our self and had discovered our own passions. So we ran away from the world and got married in a small ceremony. We had some financial issues and I struggled with myself at first too but the artist that your mother is combined with the faith of her love. And most of all she was funny. We didn’t need destinations to set up moods. With your mother I swear even a graveyard would look like a picnic spot and all the spirits would lighten up dancing around crazy. She could trick me into seeing things differently and always kept me motivated with my work. I learnt it and did the same to her. We both became successful in our careers and I remember a day when I cried myself to sleep in her lap out of the happiness of my accomplishment.

We choose to have a kid and then one day we were reborn as father and mother. I ran away from my parents but you know why you are here with me. Because we tried to teach you arts and science in the same way like we loved it and let you indulge in sports in the same way we loved it. We let you choose to study whatever you wanted to because we did that myself  and then we choose to let you love whoever you wish because I too loved your mother the same way. Then we choose to be healthy and happy because we wanted you to be free in your own worlds because that’s how we wanted it for ourselves. Yet out of your own will you choose to stay with me in my last moment of life. I say to you “I am so damn proud of you and I want you to promise to your wife that you will die only after her death and meanwhile you teach your kid how to love life honestly and then I assure you, you will die the happiest person alive. And neither of this would have been possible not one least bit of it, if I didn’t meet and then didn’t choose to love your mother”

I and my son had a sporty and funny relation and it was weird for any of us to cry in front of each other. He couldn’t stop crying from his eyes and smiling from his tears and so I choose to die. I had taken some weed in my younger days and I remember how slowly you descend into sleep in peace. That’s exactly how it happens in a peaceful death. Except this time you would feel like you are wrapped in the arms of your lover and your head resting on her breasts. Then you slowly sublimate into the air.

How I met your mother is definitely a story every one should tell their kids...