If you were able to do something that is your true desire. You could transport yourself through time, and take part in an event, see someone famous, or witness a most precious moment you weren't part of. It would be for only one day. You would spend that one day being part of something important, or meaningful.... just to you.
Starting this off...I would go back in time to the day my biological mother passed away from cancer. I would sit at her bedside and let her know that even though she gave us up for adoption...it was alright. That even though she was passing with regret of her life's decisions....I still loved her, though I never knew her, having been taken away from her when I was a baby. She died at the age of 35. She had all five of her children taken away from her.
This is for you mom. I couldn't say it then to you...but I am now....I forgive you...I love you.
I would go bach to January 22, 1995.. I would tell my late wife, Francine, that I am so sorry for being angry at her for dying, and leaving me alone..
I would tell her that my heart and soul are at peace now, and that I would continue to speak to her in my prayers..
I would tell her that she was unselfish, and a heroine, in my eyes..
I would tell her of the lives she enriched by being an organ donor.
I would tell her that she lives on in our children and grandchildren.
And, I would tell her that her love is still in my heart, and will stay there, until I draw my last breath.
And, finally I will thank her for saying that I should find someone else,to share the love I can bring, if she should pass on..That is how incredibly unselfish, and loving, she was..
The day I would most change is the same day I wouldn't change for a minute. I think good, bad, or ugly the Lord has a "method to his madness". We are put here at the time we are and go through the things we do for reaons we sometimes don't ever even grasp.....but with that said....
I would go back to June 12th 1990. I was only 14 and even though I had serious feelings for the guy who sent me poems and left me sweet things on my doorstep, I was shy and wouldn't even give him the time of day. He was older (18) and I was scared. I finally decided to tell him I felt the same way after he got back from his beach trip with friends. He drowned and never made it home......so I'll do it now......You are still very missed and appreciated, David.
i would go back to march 20, 1995...and i would be at joan's house. i would be there when ben came home...and i would talk with him, sit with him...let him know how very much i loved him...
i would talk him into treatment...and get rid of all the guns.
Very noble events...thank you. With the birthday of Martin Luther King Jr. coming up....I decided that this thread should be in honor all all those...famous or not...who made an event meaningful to us. We all have regrets and things we wish we'd done...or even didn't. They don't all have to be serious....but most of what we'd like to relive or particiate in...usually is.
Thank you all for sharing.
My next one...I'd have stopped drinking those last 4 glasses of Jose Cuervo and actually seen the year 2000 come in!!!! Missed it by 15 minutes!
rebecca that made me cry.. but i love the idea of this thread.. thank you for starting it..
I would go back to April 19, 1995.. I would sit at my Mothers side and hold her hand and comfort her .. Letting her know it was ok to stop fighting and go "home"..I would tell her how sorry I am for all the hateful things said in anger just days before..I would tell her I love her and what a wonderful mother she had always been to me..
i think i would go back to jan. 18, 2001 and tell them to give me a c-section before i had already had all that other pain medication so maybe i would have been awake and alert enough to see my daughter when she was born.. ( i stayed knocked out for a day and half after she was born cause of all the pain meds i had to have
You're welcome Missy. I'm trying to drudge up "bad" memories as much as allow ourselves to have the freedom to "imagine". It doesn't cost anything...and sometimes without knowing it...we allow ourselves to "heal"...when we do.
Its a good thing.. It may bring up bad memories, and guilt but thats ok.. Maybe your right this is a way of allowing ourselves to heal.. I know I have carried guilt around since my Mothers death because I left the hospital and wasnt there when she died.. Sucks.. itll make you think twice before you ever say a rude word to someone you care about.. it could be the last thing youre ever allowed to say to them.. choose your words wisely everyone..
I would go back to being 12 years old. Sit again with the boy who just lost his family. His stepdad owned the Silver Dollar Bar in Idaho...his Mom was beaten badley, and shot his stepfather... That day his life changed forever. As we sat side by side, and his confusion swirled...I didn't understand, then... Today I say, "I know, hon." I hope he's okay...
Wow...these are more incredible thoughts. Thank you all for sharing. Sometimes it's not easy to remember...but sometimes we know it's just wrong to "forget".
I would go back to June 3, 1993 and yank that shotgun right out of my little brothers hands so he would not kill himself with it. Then I would tie him to a chair and tell him how bad he broke our mothers heart with his selfish act of stupidity.
I'm sorry for your loss. It can't be easy. I know that we all would change things if we could. Since we can't...we just have to use those memories to help and guide others.
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Starting this off...I would go back in time to the day my biological mother passed away from cancer. I would sit at her bedside and let her know that even though she gave us up for adoption...it was alright. That even though she was passing with regret of her life's decisions....I still loved her, though I never knew her, having been taken away from her when I was a baby. She died at the age of 35. She had all five of her children taken away from her.
This is for you mom. I couldn't say it then to you...but I am now....I forgive you...I love you.