One More Day

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I heard a song today that I haven’t heard in years. While beautiful, back then I could not truly relate to the lyrics. Today though, hearing those lyrics brought me to my knees. What would I do if I were granted One More Day with my husband? To wake and see him smiling at me, arms open wide to envelope me in one of his great big bear-hugs.

Most certainly I would pray for time to crawl. No, I’d want it to stand completely still. There would be no television, no radio, no phone, no dogs (maybe later), no interference whatsoever. I would sit on your lap, arms wrapped around you tightly and yes, I would tell you I love you at least a million times. We would laugh. We would cry. We would hold hands again.

Finally after these long unbearable months, I would be able to tell you how sorry I am. So, so sorry for you that you had to leave, so suddenly and without warning. Heartbreakingly sorry for myself, that I – your wife, your lover, your confidant, your very best friend – had to tell them to let you go. As my heart shattered yet again, gripped in the fist of loss, agony and guilt, you would kiss me and hold me and thank me for doing exactly what you asked me to do should the unthinkable happen.

Oh how we would talk. For hours we would remember when? through our years together, with smiles, some OMGoodness I can’t believe we did that(s), laugh-out-loud I’m going to wet my pants laughter, probably a few tears… and not one regret. None. We would talk about our children. The stunts and pranks they pulled as kids. The gray hairs we sprouted during their teen years How very proud we are of each and every one of them, the men and women they have become. How precious and beautiful they are and have always been.

Later, much later, our peace and quiet would be loudly interrupted by the excited barking of our little girl-dogs. Dad’s home, it’s time to play! Especially Mia. Such a Daddy’s girl. Bless her heart, she’s been patiently waiting all this time for you.

As the sun began it’s brilliant descent into dusk, we would leash the girls and hand in hand we would all take one last walk together…

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I dream of seeing you again.

Even though it would leave me wishing still

For one more day with you.

What if you were granted one more day with a loved one who has passed away? How would you spend it?

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11 Responses to One More Day

  1. April says:

    Oh my. This made more than a few tears fall down my cheeks. First of all, my depression has been a challenge for my husband. He has stood by my side, waiting patiently for me to see him again. Thank you for this post—it reminded me what is most important in life.

    As far as being able to spend one more day with my dad, sister, or brother, I don’t think I could do it, knowing that I would have to say goodbye again. I have no regrets because I spent special time with them before their passing. My dad might not have known who I was, but I believe his soul knew. I sat with my sister for hours and we talked and reminisced while she was receiving her dialysis treatments. I listened to my brother as he talked about our family history with such enthusiasm.

    I see them in my dreams, and spend time with them there. The dreams are peaceful—that’s good enough for me.

    • pardenme says:

      Oh April, I’m so sorry to have made you cry. Goodness knows you’ve shed three oceans of tears already. I so admire your strength in the face of three unimaginable losses. And yet, you’re still breathing…I don’t know that I would be.

      Personally, even though it would be painful, one more day with him would bless both of us with the opportunity to say what we never got the chance to all those months ago – Goodbye for now, my Love.

      Bless you, April

      • April says:

        Oh, not tears of sadness, but tears of recognition and for your loss–if that makes sense. There is someone I have neglected, and I seriously thank you for reminding me!

        I have had enough losses, but the loss of my husband may be one I wouldn’t breathe through.

      • pardenme says:

        Knowing the writing of this has helped you in any way, makes every tear well worth it. That you have remembered your husband needs you, as much as you need him – what a blessing.

    • mewhoami says:

      April, it is a good reminder – for all of us. It’s wonderful that you see them in your dreams and that you had time with each them before they moved on. That is something very dear and such a blessing.

      • April says:

        You know–I don’t know if it was moving so far away from home, with no family–but I learned to make each moment count when I was there to visit. It’s the people who are in my life–right in front of me–who I’m neglecting. This post is what reminded me how precious our loved ones are. (well, I didn’t need a reminder, more the a kick in the pants)

  2. mewhoami says:

    This had me in tears. It was all too sudden, so unexpected, so unreal.

    One more day would be precious and cherished. This is such a good reminder of what’s truly important. It is so easy to take our time with others for granted, not realizing that in an instant everything could change.

    Even without one more day, he knows you love him.

  3. suzjones says:

    One more day. A chance to correct the “if onlys” that plagued my life after the loss of my first brother. A chance to talk to him. Connect once more with him. Tell him that I love him. Tell him that I’m proud of him. And show him what beautiful children (and grandchildren now) he has.
    I keep reading posts that make me cry lately. Dang those hormones!!! 🙂
    Thank you.

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