If you had one more day to spend with someone who is gone...Who would it be?

  1. Good Grief, I just got throught reading the parade for this week. For thoses of you that dont know the parade is a insert in the local Sunday paper, now Im not sure if it is distrubuted across America or just in certain areas. This week on the front page was a article titled "If you had one day to spend with someone who's gone ...Who would it be? What would you do?" It is writen by Mitcch Albom ,just to make sure I give proper credit. This story is a real tear jerker.. I was crying like a baby after reading all the stories about people looking back on losing their children, parents and friends and talking about giving the opportunity to see them one last time. I recently lost my favorite uncle to cancer and it was a wake up call. I didnt even see my life moving so fast and all of my familiy was dying around me. It was just the process of me getting older and moving into that position where I was the mother with teens , high school and all that jazz. The circle of life was surrounding me and I was still in kid mode. So here I sit tonight thinking about where my mind has been for the last 31 years and why did I just now waking up to realize half of my family is gone. This very well could have been a defense mechanism I dont know but it is a painful reality. I Have re-traced my childhood and dug up everything I could remember about all my love ones that have died. If I could spend one more day with someone that is gone, it would have to be my grandfather. He was not even a biological grandparent but he never looked at me any other way than his favorite granddaughter. He loved to work in the garden and thats what I would want to do all day....work in the garden and sit and talk. I know this is kinda corny but it was a overwhelming feeling . You never know when your leaving this earth and the impact it leaves on the people you have left behind.
    More than anything this is just a vent. Im more than likely just tired and since Im pregnant Im more emotional.. crying about everything...
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  3. by   sirI
    I started crying reading the title of this thread.

    I would spend it with my daddy.........
  4. by   CHATSDALE
    my dad was a kind gentleman and i knew all my life that the only thing he wanted was to love me and my children--we use to picnic out at the lake that would be a good day to live again

    thoughtful post
  5. by   Katnip
    No doubt. My son.
  6. by   CHATSDALE
    kat.. that breaks my heart. always know that we are here for you
  7. by   VivaLasViejas
    Without a doubt, it would be my daughter Melissa, who was born with anencephaly and lived for seven hours after her birth in 1984. All I want is to hold her and ask her to forgive me for not doing so when she came into the world.........or when she left it. I was such a mess that I had to be knocked out..........I couldn't handle seeing her.........she died in a nurse's arms instead of mine.

    Over the years I've come to believe that she probably understands somehow, and to remember that I was just a mixed-up 25-year-old girl who had never faced a loss of this magnitude and didn't know what to do with it. But if and when I ever get to Heaven, she is the one I hope will meet me at the gates and introduce me to Jesus.:redpinkhe
  8. by   Spidey's mom
    Kat and Marla - you've both got me crying.

    My grandma, who prayed for me from the day I was born.

    steph
  9. by   smilin_gp
    My college roommate who died in a car accident at 23. She was never unkind to anyone and had this beautiful spirit.
  10. by   prmenrs
    My Dad. But only if we could all enjoy his company for the time. He never met my sister's husbands or either of his grandsons. He died @ age 60 from lung cancer. (smoker)
  11. by   psychonurse
    My dad also...I loved him so and he was taken from me too early. He missed meeting his grandchild also. I would like to tell him that I have grown up and not as stupid as I was back a few years ago. I think that he would be proud of what I am doing with my life now...Very profound question. sonya:blushkiss
  12. by   JentheRN05
    This is going to sound odd. But after losing most of my family, I'm hard picked to choose just one. Honestly - it would be a toss up.
    My mom-in-law was my first thought. She died of breat cancer when my hubby was only 24. My heart broke for the pain he was going through. Every mothers day, every 1st of May (the day she passed) I think of her. She was a wonderful lady and accepted me as her own (even though my mom is still well and living and we are very close). I remember her laugh to this day.
    The other one is my grandfather - I guess to tell him how sorry I am for not being more supportive. When he was diagnosed with gastroparesis at 84 I knew that he was miserable living with my father (so was I growing up) dad is very overbearing and just mean at times. I'm not sure why, he just is. When my grandpa asked what he should do, I told him "grandpa, I think you'd be happier if you just let go. Don't go for surgery" The look on his face haunts me to this day. It was of plain defeat. Like I was the only one that he thought he could count on to stick up for him. And I didn't. Boy this is hard saying this. I failed him. I know his chances were slim, and I can come up with a thousand excuses for what I said that day, but that will never erase the look on his face in my mind. I'm so sorry is all I want to say. Only a moment is all I need.
  13. by   dianah
    I have more than one:

    My brother. Just to touch base. He died suddenly, and 500 miles from where I lived. We didn't visit each other much, but enjoyed it when we could see each other. He was the baby, my "Doo."

    My grandma. Again, distance kept me from seeing much of her the last two years she lived. She was of hardy Kansas stock: earthy. And she loved us all.

    My FIL. He died about two years before our first child was born. I'd like to tell him about his grandchildren, and possibly have him meet them. He was a very special man, overcame a lot of personal obstacles (very skewed parental favoritism toward his half-sibs) and was such a kind (but firm!) person. Funny, too.

    My friend Karin. We became close in 10th grade, wrote in 11th grade (when I attended a different school), attended boarding school together in 12th grade, and when we were freshmen in college she became ill and just wasted away and died (I still remember the day/date: Monday March 11). I so admire her and still miss her.


    There's part of a chorus from a bluegrass song done by Alison Krauss (Far Side Banks of Jordan) that I love: the singer is in heaven, has "gone before" the loved one, and sings:

    . . And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
    I'll be waiting, drawing pictures in the sand
    And when I see you coming I will rise up with a shout
    And come running through the shallow waters reaching for your hand.


    I love that thought/picture. I look forward to meeting many people in that way . . .

    Thanks for a chance to review precious and dear memories.
    Last edit by dianah on Sep 17, '06
  14. by   txspadequeenRN
    Ive run out of kleenx....



    Quote from JentheRN05
    This is going to sound odd. But after losing most of my family, I'm hard picked to choose just one. Honestly - it would be a toss up.
    My mom-in-law was my first thought. She died of breat cancer when my hubby was only 24. My heart broke for the pain he was going through. Every mothers day, every 1st of May (the day she passed) I think of her. She was a wonderful lady and accepted me as her own (even though my mom is still well and living and we are very close). I remember her laugh to this day.
    The other one is my grandfather - I guess to tell him how sorry I am for not being more supportive. When he was diagnosed with gastroparesis at 84 I knew that he was miserable living with my father (so was I growing up) dad is very overbearing and just mean at times. I'm not sure why, he just is. When my grandpa asked what he should do, I told him "grandpa, I think you'd be happier if you just let go. Don't go for surgery" The look on his face haunts me to this day. It was of plain defeat. Like I was the only one that he thought he could count on to stick up for him. And I didn't. Boy this is hard saying this. I failed him. I know his chances were slim, and I can come up with a thousand excuses for what I said that day, but that will never erase the look on his face in my mind. I'm so sorry is all I want to say. Only a moment is all I need.

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