For One More Day
I just finished watching Oprah. I don’t watch Oprah too often, cause most the time I end up in tears. Today was no different. Mitch Albom was the guest today. I have a long history with Mitch Albom, not that I know him, because I don’t but I got acquainted wth him in the 90’s watching The Sports Reporters on ESPN. When he published his first book, Tuesdays with Morrie, I ran out and bought it. LOVED IT! Since then I have read all of his books including the one they were talking about today, For One More Day. I received it for Christmas last year from my daughter, who knows how much I love Mitch Albom. In short it is all about a guy “Chick” who has decided to end his life and drives back to his childhood hometown to do it. On the way he is in a serious car accident. The story takes place during the in between place…you know, life and death. He is given one more day with his deceased mother. He is able to say all that he always wished he had said. It is a very moving story and well worth your time to read it. The whole subject today was about One More Day. It made me start to think about it. What would be important if you only had one more day? What if you had one more day to spend with someone who has gone on. Who would it be and why? What would you say to them?
I will post my answers to these questions tomorrow.
Well here it is tomorrow already. I am Thankful for this day, I say as I am watching the morning news thinking of the people in Omaha. The world has gone crazy. Newspaper headline reads “It happened to Us” That sends chills down my spine. Not only does it debunk the theory it can’t happen to me but the US makes me think this kind of random violence happens to all of us. Which leads me right back to the big questions of yesterday. What would be important if you only had one more day? I can start by saying I know what wouldn’t be important…THINGS. Money, my house, my car, my clothes, my hair and make up. I wouldn’t worry about cleaning the house or doing the laundry or even finishing my projects. I would want to touch base with all my family and friends and tell them each what they have meant to me. I would write long detailed letters to my grandchildren, so they would be for ever reassured of my love for them. I would comfort my mother. I would tell my daughter how proud I am of her. What an amazing person she has grown into. I would make ready my relationship with my Saviour. I know I am on my way to heaven when I die. Not because I am good and deserve it, but because Christ paid the price for me. Now that doesn’t mean I always live as I should, I have a lot of short comings and I would make sure that God knew what was in my heart. Last, I would spend my time with Sweetie, letting him know what our years have meant to me. How much I appreciate him and all that he does. If I had one more day with someone who has gone on it would be my Dad. Not because there were things I needed to say or do. I was close to my Dad but I wasn’t there when he passed. It was sudden and unexpected. In my mind we would spend the day doing yard work or fishing…just fishing. I had lots of good times with him and I often miss him. I am Thankful that I had him as long as I did…..Life Is Good.
What about you…What if you had One More Day, what would you do?
















Came her via TT, but I love this post. I’d like to come back to see how you answer your questions.
Yes it is as if the United States has gone insane. Almost everyday somewhere in America a citizen does the unspeakable, the unthinkable and the unforgetable. It is simply insanity. Surely the end must be coming soon. These random acts of violence are becoming unbearable. I hate to turn on the morning news and find myself putting a CD in to listen to on the way home from work. I just don’t want to hear anymore.
As for the question of who to spend my last day with, it would be my son and his family. I would simply want to spend the day hanging out and being together. As for who I would want to spend one more day with who has gone before, it would definitely be my grandmother. I would like to thank her for being such a positive influence in my life and let her know I found the Lord at her funeral.