I was very fortunate growing up because I never had to deal with death. Not a single person died in my family from the time I was probably 5 to the age of 24. I was getting ready to graduate from college, finding a new job, and finding a new place to live. I went to college in the same town that my grandma lived and would usually visit her once a month, thinking that was good enough. I lived the busy life especially when it came down to the end of college. I was supposed to have gone and visited the weekend before she died but I decided I would go the next weekend. Little did I know that there was not going to be a next weekend. I have always beat myself up about it, because I should have gone that weekend, given her one last kiss, one last hug. Instead, I have two yellow roses that I took from her casket bouquet, dried, and put in a shadow box. They are the saddest things I own. It is a constant reminder to me that there isn’t always a next weekend.
Tags: casket, grandmother, regret, roses
Other People's Thoughts
There is always a next time, is just that we have to learn to shown the people we love how much we love them, by you feeling sad every time you see those flower and feeling guilty is not going to bring her back, but learn from it, let her know from your heart how much you love her, she is only physically gone, but she lives in your heart and in your memories!
I have learned that, after I lost my Dad 2 years ago, but now he is so alive in each one of those memories of him.
And guess what? now you and me have an angel next to us!
I learned that there is nothing more important than to show my love and care to those that I love!
Take care and cheer up!
— gaby Monday May 15, 2006 #
The Saddest Thing I Own is a 2005 commission of New Radio and Performing Arts, Inc., (aka Ether-Ore) for its Turbulence web site. It is supported by the Jerome Foundation in celebration of the Jerome Hill Centennial and in recognition of the valuable contributions of artists to society.