0bservation station, part 2,

[somedayseattle]

When my days are finally winding down and I am nearing the end, lying in bed surrounded by loved ones, I implore them all to lean in to hear my final message. When they’re all within earshot I was smiling the last smile and muster up the energy to depart this world. I clear my throat, lean forward put my hand on Erica's shoulder and gently whisper.....

'Tag. You're it.'