I Wish I Had One More Day

 

 

Musing How I Wish I Had One More Day

 

 

March 9th, 2025. On that day, it will be four months since my 24-year-old son passed away. I don’t know about anyone else and how they feel about their loved ones, but I wish I had one more day.

One more day to say the things I didn’t.

One more day to take back some things I did say. Or, at least, the way some of them were said.

One more day to gain more perspective.

One more day to sit and listen. To hear him tell a stupid dad joke – and then laugh at it.

One more day to sit and watch anime with him.

One more day to laugh.

One more day to talk about memories.

One more day to see him smile.

One more day to love.

One more day to feel guilty.

One more day to regret.

One more day to apologize.

 

Elsewhere, I’ve written about the grief process, and while this isn’t a series (I’m not even sure I could structure it that way), it does help to get the words out. Far too many of us bottle things up, allowing our attention to be diverted from what we have that’s good. If you care to, you can read the other Musings on this subject, linked below:

 

Grief – The Great Equalizer

Regret – The Unsuspecting Aspect of Grief

 

People try to warn you; that losing a child is one of the worst kinds of pain you’ll feel. But this isn’t something you can learn from someone else. Instead, it’s a pain that’s made manifest only when it happens to you, and I truly hope you – the reader – never experience it. I’ve experienced loss like everyone else: family members, friends, acquaintances – but nothing compares to this. Even through the busy days, distractions, and surreal nature, I still wrestle with the loss – and it hits hard.

 

Yeah, as I sit and write this Musing out, I wish I had one more day. Cherish your time with your loved ones while you still have time because once it’s gone, it’s gone.