The tombstone is my parents’ whom I love and miss for they really were wonderful and I always knew they loved me. I am so grateful to have been their daughter.
No, it isn’t really my last hour and I’m not ill or planning anything stupid! I’m just responding to a “bonus” prompt for a topic from Word Press today. The prompt:
“If you only had an hour to live, what would you do with those 60 minutes?”
This one is so easy for me to answer as I’ve always loved Diamond Rio’s song, “One More Day.” Click below to play the song:
YouTube – One More Day by Diamond Rio – The Last Time.
So yes, first I would pray for the time to go by slowly, and I would unplug all of the electronics in my house and turn off all the phones just like in the song. I would gather my family around to hug them and tell them how wonderful they are and how they have each enriched my life. I would remind my husband of the letter I wrote for our best friends to use in the event something happened to us on how to help our children and suggest that he use that as I would not want to waste time on another letter and I do things for all of them that he won’t remember when I am gone. I would remind my daughter that she will receive a letter from me her senior year as it is already in a time capsule. I wrote it when she was in kindergarten. Then I would apologize to my son for failing to write a similar letter to him. (I think I will do this soon as it is a good idea and maybe I’ll even write a love letter to my darling husband.) I would also hug my dogs and remind them to take care of my family.
Last but not least by any means, I would tell each of them that I have no regrets about anything because I’ve had the best life anyone could ever have because I shared it with each of them. I’d tell them they should never feel guilty for anything they have ever said to me for I’ve always known how much I am loved. Maybe, I’ll tell them tonight just for fun.
Love your family members everyday because you really never know when it will be the last chance you have. When you slip-up and yell or say something hurtful apologize and hug them. Are you grateful for the life you have been given? What would you do with your last hour?
My hope is that our country will come together over this tragedy and maybe learn something about how words might influence people in a negative way. It would be nice if “the powers that be,” be they political leaders, journalist, or just commentators, would learn to set a better example and stop trying to bully each other.
How can we hope to get our children to stop bullying each other when so many adults speak and post without thinking of the consequences of their words? Did the politicians pull the trigger in Arizona? No, they did not, but do they need to learn the same lessons that our youth need to learn? Yes, they do. They need to learn kindness, respect, and tolerance of differences just like we want our children to learn.
I would love to see our country united instead of being so angry that we divide. Anger is a scary emotion that ultimately causes more harm unless it is redirected toward positive change. Look at the history of the world including more recent history in countries such as Rwanda and you’ll see the devastation that anger causes. Please let’s learn something from the bad examples instead of perpetuating them.
See the blog post below for a wonderful take on this:
Try Defying Gravity
I’m sending love and prayers to the victims of Saturday’s shooting and to their families. I hope and pray the adults in our country grow up and learn to set better examples. Leaders lead by example too! Is there hope for our country? I hope so and I honestly do have faith that there are more good people than bad, so let me know what you think.
Oh one more thing, a blogger over at Blog Her was among the victims, who thankfully survived the shooting, but please send her good wishes at the blog below:
The Burrow: Tough
You know how people believe that when something enters your mind multiple times there must be a reason. Well the first thing I thought of when I read Word Press’ prompt for today was an “Aha!” moment I had back in October about forgiveness. I blogged about it then, so I am including the link to this post below.
To Err Is Human_To Forgive Divine. | dswalkerauthor
Yesterday, I participated in a blog hop that also resulted in my once again examining my beliefs about forgiveness when I found a blog where someone was questioning how she could forgive. Here is the link:
A (little) Rant Re: Forgiveness « Karma Per Diem
Last night Oprah’s guests were two families who were directly impacted by anger from extremely harmful events in their lives. I thought how sad that they were not able to forgive before more people were wounded.
I want to be clear about my beliefs on forgiveness and why I have them. I must admit that I am still human, so I’m still prone to initially react with anger although I try not to do so. I do get over things easier than I did in the past, but for me it is still a process. Here is another link to one of my former posts which explains how my beliefs came about:
Lessons of Forgiveness | dswalkerauthor
Look at all three of these posts and let me know what you think. Do you believe in forgiveness? Let me know why or why not?
Addendum: Being Proactive vs Reactive: The Power of Forgiveness – A Bloggable Life has been removed as Sandie no longer has this blog.
I am grateful for the lessons Dad taught me while riding horses together when I was young. One obvious lesson was to get back on the horse when you fall off or are thrown. However, my dad used our horses to teach so many other lessons.
When I was around eight my Shetland pony bolted with me on his back with loose reins and my feet out of the stirrups. My dad did not panic instead he got within hearing range to shout these instructions, “Hold on tight, remain calm, and focus on grabbing the reins to slow down.”
When life seems out of control I’ve always referred back to this. I also learned something else valuable that day although at the time I did not realize it. Every time my dad and his horse got close my pony ran faster.
Finally, I had to yell to my father, “Stay back.”
When my pony realized my dad’s horse wasn’t close by, he did slow down. This allowed me to grab the reins and the stirrups.
What did this teach me you wonder?
It taught me that sometimes as parents we have to step back and let our children handle things themselves. This does not mean not being there, my dad wasn’t too far away after all. It is more about being supportive without stepping in which can be very hard as the parent I tell you. I think it is especially difficult when your child has any difference that makes life harder for them. Yet, even they have to be able to work some problems out for themselves.
I learned the lesson.
Yet, it is still hard to remember especially when I see one of my children hurting for some reason. They both are now old enough to ask when they need help and since one day I hope they will be on their own, I have to let them grab the reins themselves while being close enough by to offer advice.
How I sometimes wish life were as simple as it was when they were toddlers! Back then the greatest pains could be kissed away. And before you ask, yes, both of them allowed me to kiss away their pain then. “Oh those were the days my friend!”