More Time

I would like to thank my on-line friends who have sent kind words via e-mail, Facebook, and this blog on the passing of my dear mum-in-law.  I hope to get caught up on reading and commenting on your blogs in the next couple days.

At some point in the coming weeks, I'm going to tell you about her, a little snippet of her life story.  She was a very special lady. In the meantime, I just want to share this...

I thought we had more time.

The doctors said it would be weeks,

Not days. Not hours.

Not now.

There were things I planned to do.

Take a notebook with me,
Ask her questions about the old days,
And write down the answers this time.

She asked me to bring her a card
For her great-grandson's birthday next month,
So she could sign it
Just in case.

I asked her about stuffed pancakes

From Bob Evans.

I would bring her some on Sunday.

She said that would be nice.

I thought there would be warning signs

That would tell us to stay there,
Close beside her,
Holding her hands.

Not a phone call in the night,
Not a stranger's voice
Telling me
She was already gone.

I thought we had more time.


Ja chi kochem, Babcia.


Quote of the day: Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland