If you had one more day with someone you loved
 

who would it be and why. What would you do on that day and what would you whisper in their ear.

So hard to pick but it would be my Dad who died many years ago. We were very close and he was the person I admired most of any person I have met in my entire life. I think I received my love of children from him. I remember one year during the war when most gifts were hard to find, I asked for ice skates and he and my Mom found one pair but he knew my best friend had asked for the same and after shopping all of Chicago knew there was not another pair. He called Helen's Mom and Dad and asked her size and got the pair large enough so we both could share and not leave one out of it on Christmas morning. I stuffed the toe and we both shared every winter for many years.

My Mother had a brother who had thirteen children (one killed in the war) and it was a wonderful family. My Dad worked a second job for years to help them out and sent a check every month to St. Paul Minnesota to my Mom's brother. I could go on and on.

It was the connection we had that was so wonderful and if I had another day I would love another walk with my Dad ( we used to love that) just to talk about things and the world we live in today. I also would whisper in his ear that "I love you" in those days you didn't say things like that but we both knew.

What person in your life would you like another day with if you could. You may be familiar with the book and the movie that is coming out Christmas with the same question.

My grandfather. This will be our first Christmas without him. :( I would want to do anything he wanted, so long as he was happy. He had an amazing sweet smile. It would mean the world to me to see it again.

Joan, it sounds like your father was an extraordinary person. *hugs*

My mother, who passed eleven years ago. Has it really been that long..?

She lived in our home for the last 9 years of her life, was wheelchair bound the last four, and passed quietly during the night.

I would HUG her - a LOT. I would whisper "thank you for loving four girls and raising them alone. For keeping us together, no matter what. For instilling in us morals that don't seem to matter much, anymore".

My Dad. I love him so much and I miss him everyday. He was an amazingly good man with so much love for everyone. I'd tell him again how much I love him...I can't wait to see him again. I'm still Daddy's "little daughter".

Priceless. And, look what he taught you both.

Just want to say this thread make me cry!! I enjoy reading everyone's story....

I wld love just one more day with my grandpa. We were always close. He was the first one to see me at the hospital when I was born even. I would go to my grandma and grandpa's house every other weekend by choice. Would go to my other grandparent's on the other weekends ( not by choice). Grandpa was amazing and very talented. He could build the most beautiful doll houses. He carved wood and was amazing to see what he could turn a block of wood into. I miss the summers on the lake on his pontoon boat. He would make the front of the boat go down so that everyone would get splashed. I would ask him to do it all the time and of course he would. We would go fishing together off that boat as well.

There so many memories and things I miss so much, but I know he is no longer in pain. When it hurts that he is gone, I remember that he is no longer hurting. I just wish he could have lived to see my house and watch us fix it up, its something he would have been into.

My dad, without a doubt. He passed when I was 11, so I've been more than half my life without him. I'm super close with mom, but I was always my father's favorite. He gave me a love of the outdoors and animals. He showed me how to be a good person. He was a guard at the prison and would get to know the prisioners. Most of them were good people, just had made a few bad choices along the way. It was a low security prison so its not like there were ppl there for murder.. usually it was stuff like DUIs, drugs, or small offenses. Often if the prisioners told my dad it was their kids bday, at Christmas, etc- dad would go out and buy a little something for them to give their family, never asking for any repayment. On Saturdays when they had to do trash pickup along the roadsides, dad would get out and walk the road with them. All the other guards would just sit on the bus.

Its odd, b/c I know I still have men out there looking out for me, though I don't know who they are. I had a guy one time offer to put a new door on my bronco for free (the old one was bashed in and busted window). When I ask mom about him, mom said tht the guy used to be one of your dad's prisoners. More than once I have had someone come up and tell me hi, and when I give them an odd look, they just smile and say "i knew your dad, he was a good man". I just smile and agree.

I guess if I had one more day with him, I would like to spend a day out in his boat, getting to know him and his past. B/c I was so young when he died, I feel like I didn't learn enough about him, and he never got to pass on all of his life knowledge.

I sort of had this opportunity when my dad passed away. We were close, but it was unspoken. My father and mother were not very demonstrative and so there wasn't a lot of hugging and " I love you " said much, but I always knew how he felt. When he passed I was grieving terribly and nothing, NOTHING could ease the pain. One night I dreamt that he came and visited me and we sat down with a cup of coffee and chatted for quite a while. He said all those things to me that he found so difficult to say here on earth.
When it was time for him to go .... I remember begging him not to leave, but he said he had no choice, but would see me again.
I woke up crying and sad, but found that as the days went by my grief was not so raw and I could again function normally.
I would like to believe that he really did come to have that long awaited chat.

My mom, she died very suddenly and no one knew it was coming. I talked to her or saw her almost every day so there really wasn't anything left unsaid but I would just love to have one more day with her.

I would chose my Uncle. He was actually my step-mom's (who I am NOT a big fan of) brother, but I was closer to him than any of my real aunts or uncles. He was more of my best friend. He died almost 2 years ago- on Valentine's day. He was only 36. He was in an accident on a motorcylce while on vacation in Arkansas where there is no helmet law. He was an amazing man who had a rough start in life, but turned into an angel.

He was in and out of jail from adolensence to his late 20's, and his last time, he was there was for 3 years. He had twins that are now 17, a boy and a girl. He felt that he had let them down since he was so messed up for most of their young life. But when he got out of prison, he changed every thing. He prayed that God would give him a second chance with his kids and his life. He started working/living with a friend of his doing construction. Within 2 years, he had started dating the guy's daughter and started his own construction company. The guy's daughter is now the mother of his 2 precious little girls Angel and Kaylie. They are now 3 and 4. They've lost their daddy. He used to say that the girls were his second chance that God gave him to make it right. And he did.

I would tell him every second that I loved him and how much respect I had for him. I'll never forget what his hugs felt like. At his funeral, there were so many stories that came out about the little things he did for people. He didn't brag about them, or flaunt them. His fiance didn't even know some of the things he had done.

One time, my boyfriend's truck's engine needed to be replaced. It cost us $1800, and the mechanic wanted $1000 before he could get the truck back and we only had $500. I was talking to my uncle, telling him about it, not thinking any thing of it, and he told me to come over that weekend for a bbq. He ended up writing us a check for $500 and told me to come back the next weekend to babysit and we could call it even. He had only met my boyfriend once.

I have gone on and on, and I could keep going!! But I take every chance I get to talk about him, he was big- headed so I know he loves it!! lol

I know I cried too!! Remember that is not always a bad thing because there is something about writing or typing it out for the world to see how much these people meant to us that is so comforting. I loved reading your posts that are really a tribute to the fact we have not forgotten them.

It would be my Grandmother on my mother's side. I would like her to tell me about her side of the family, genealogy wise, and help me identify all of the old photographs that she has/had. I would also like to tell her that I love her very much. I was much too young when she passed to have cared about most of this.

My Mom died when she was 44 and I was 21 (she got sick when she was 42 and I was 19), I'm now 39. So, I suppose it would be her. But, it wouldn't be to say how much I loved and missed her. It would be more to gain some perspective as to why she was so emotionally abusive toward my sister and me - I just want to understand it, somehow....as it has affected my life in many devastating ways.

I would choose my brother. He died seven years ago from a drug overdose. I should have told him more often that I wish he needed help. I shouldn't have overlooked all the signs and, instead of just quietly praying, I should have made him admit he had a problem and get help. I should have done an Intervention. He left two beautiful daughters that he will never see to graduate, get married, have children of their own. I would whisper in his ear "I love you, but I won't stop bugging you until you do something to help yourself". I miss you, Rick.

I would say my father we were very close i was daddys little girl .he passed 3 years ago .and we talked every day he would come over or call me on the phone .I would tell him I'm the person i am today because of you he was a very careing person that would take his shirt off his back for a stranger just so they would have one ,to this day i miss him so much ,LOVE YA DADDY.

My Aunt who passed away almost 3 years ago unexpectedly. She was my best friend and I spoke with her every single day on the phone at least once. I don't think there was anything left unsaid between us, but to spend one more day with her doing anything or nothing at all would be the greatest gift. I miss her so much!!

BTW - it is a great book if you haven't read it yet!!!!

Everyone is also making me cry. :cry8: I'm sorry but I have to pick two people. My Mom & Dad. I would love to be with them one more day, but I would give my day to my son and daughter so they could be with their grandma & pap pap one more time. My daughter was only 4 and my son 7 when my dad died. But they still talk about him. My mom passed away in January 2003 and they both were so very close to her. It would mean the world to them to have that day with both of them so in turn it would make me so very happy also.

P.S. Now I'm crying at work also. But I did like reading everyone else posts and I'm sorry for your losses also. :(

That is so sweet and generous.....:heart to
Aaaaaaaaawwww, here's a kleenex for those tears...:hug:

</IMG></IMG></IMG>

Don't beat yourself up Sookie, he knew you loved him and it had to come from him and because HE wanted it for it to work. Just cherish his memory.

My Grandma. She died 6 years ago on Thanksgiving. The last time I saw her (on Thanksgiving eve) she was very weak and so different from what I was used to her being. I was scared. and I remember she was talking to me (I had just gotten glasses and she said I looked beautiful in them...) but I wasn't talking to her because it was so scary seeing her like that. I would give anything to talk to her again...and to tell her everything. How much I love her...

and also because she was born in 1920, so she lived through some pretty incredible times. and it was be amazing to talk to her about those things. Because when she died I was 8, and I didn't know that they had even happened.

and oh my gosh....there's just so many things I would talk to her about. :)

My dad, it's been 10 years since he died and he's with me daily. He always was so respectful of us and my mom. He had a big bass voice which I can still remember vibrating the house as he would sing praises to our Lord. I know he is singing a heavenly chorus today. Dad was very ill for months prior to his death and for the last 10 months he had Hospice care at home so I was with him daily. If I could have one day with him I would like it to be on a Sunday so I could grant his wish of going to church one more time, because this was the one thing I couldn't do because of his health.

My Mom who passed away in March. I would want to tell her how much she meant to me and how I loved her so much. Also she would be able to see my birthson her first grandchild, who contacted me 6 weeks after she passed away. I know in my heart that she made that happen from above. Even though for 36 years we never spoke about having to give him up for adoption, i feel it was the one regret she had in her life. She would be so happy.

Patti,you always write such deep things that really have a way of touchig me.Im so sorry for your friend Betty and many others who live in abusive relationships.I loved the part about the tree,you are such a dear sweet person and I'm thankful for knowing you,in only through the internet.((((hugs))))

First of all, I am so sorry for everyone's loss!!!

I lost my Dad 4 years ago this Christmas!!!! Therefore, Christmas has not been the same since he passed. Christmas was also his birthday which is another reason that Christmas is very hard for me. But my little boy has had the hardest time with my Dad's death. One day I was cleaning my son's room and realized that he had completely cleaned out the top drawer in his dresser and filled it with all the toys that his Papaw had ever given him. He will not play with the toys because he is afraid they will break and he wants to keep them forever because Papaw gave them to him. So if I had one more day with my dad .....I would give it to my 11 year old son because he misses his Papaw so much!!!!! Oh noooooo.....now I really need the kleenex!!!!

I Love You Mom!
 

it would be my mother because we had some things left unspoken between us. Then, it would have to be my daddy and him free from alzhiemers.