If I Could Say One More Thing
If only I just had a chance to talk to you or touch you or just see you one more time. I don't know anybody who at at least one time in their life hasn't uttered this phase or a similar one. Life is full of fleeting moments that we never think are important till they are gone. The weekend my Mother passed away I was supposed to go over to her house (she lived with my older sister a hundred and ten miles from me) on a Saturday. I chose to cancel because it was a beautiful fall day and I stayed home to fix my roof. My sister and her husband took her for a ride in the country and visited grave sites and looked at the changing leaves. She died in her sleep Sunday night. Had I went as planned I would have robbed her of a very pleasant little trip. Would she had said something to me to astound me or change my life? I doubt it but still I would have liked to had one more face to face conversation with her. I know she would have made fresh bread and hot rolls for me had I been there. A few years later my Father in law who I had know since I was six years old became ill with a fast moving cancer. I made sure I seen him every weekend and talked to him as much as possible. When he died on Fathers Day that year I had spent the last three days of his life by his bedside. The day before he died he woke up and talked to all the kids the grand kids and everyone else. That evening he fell asleep and passed the next afternoon. Even though I had spent every possible minute with him I still selfishly wanted another minute with him. A neighbor boy who was the same age as my youngest son lived with us for more than a year. He had a rough home life and his parents thought it best if he stayed with us. Two other children had similar situations and were also there. We had four children of our own and I had a good job. It was no big deal. We kept in contact with him all the time. I ran into him at a gas station and he said he wanted some plumbing done and I told him if it wasn't an emergency it would have to wait two weeks. The next weekend depressed about a break-up and drinking he put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. Had he called me that night could I have talked him out of it? Had I been there to work on his plumbing would he have confided in me to release his demons? I of course will never know. The one thing I do know is make every moment count. Always tell your wife and children you love them. Listen to what people that you care about say. We can't change the past, nor should we if we could. Make the most out of the present so you will not have regrets. Maybe turn down that overtime sometimes and spend time with the ones you love. By making your life count you become someone who others count on.