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I Wish You ....... 
Créé par eKIM
31 oct. 2012, 20 h 06

Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport.
They had announced the departure.  

Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.' The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.' They kissed and the daughter left.


The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?' 'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this, a forever good-bye?'


'I am old, and she lives so far away. I have health challenges ahead of me and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said. 'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough...' May I ask what that means?' He began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone...'


He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we wanted the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, he shared with me, the following: 


I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.


I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.


I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.


I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.


I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.


I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.


I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.


He then began to cry and walked away.


They say it takes a minute to find a special person,

an hour to appreciate them,

a day to love them;

but then, an entire life to forget them.


Take time to live, love and be that special person, tomorrow and always.  

Réponse de moderator | modératrice
31 oct. 2012, 20 h 56

This is an incredible story eKim. Thank you for sharing it. 
Réponse de KathCull_admin
07 nov. 2015, 18 h 24

Our city newspaper, like many I am sure, posts obituaries every day, but Saturday's paper usually has at least 4 or 5 pages with pictures and stories of those who have died in the previous week(s) - called 'Passages'. 

Today I noticed that a friend of my mum's had died. I remembered seeing him only about 2 weeks before in an elevator.  Thinking about him, I thought about my mum - like one of those tricks where the magician pulls a ribbon out of his mouth that never seems to end, it seems one memory pulls out more. 

This thread reminds me of my mum too  - she loved words and poems and I think would have said Amen after reading it.


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