If You Had Known It Was The Last Time, What Would Have Made You Cry?

[Hisgirl]

Picking up my children, for the last time.

Having a conversation with my Grandmama...

 

[#1hoosierfan]

Rocking the boys to sleep.

The last time my youngest son crawled in bed to sleep with us.

The last time I read a story to them.

I am sure there are more, but that is what comes to the top of my head.

 

[White Cat]

As you kiss your son good night whisper to yourself, he may be dead in the morning. Don’t tempt fate you say, by talking about a natural event?
Epictetus

Every thing you do and think should be predicated on the possibility of your imminent departure from life.
Marcus Aurelius

 

[TippyThomas]

The last time I hugged my mother and father.

 

[BlueStarryHat]

My Mom had this way of stroking your arm with her fingernails when she talked to you that was so soothing and lovely. The last time she came home from the hospital we were talking about her entering home hospice care, and she was stroking my forearm. We thought we had a few months left to talk and say our goodbyes based on what the doctors had told us. That was a Friday. She had a bad weekend...I was her primary caregiver...and there was no time for talks or goodbyes. I called the hospice people on Monday and they came out to see her. The nurse took me aside and said we had 24-48 hours at most and to start calling people to come and see her. We had a houseful by that night and there was no time for talking, plus she was on lots of morphine for the pain from the cancer. She slipped into a coma Tuesday night, and she was gone on Wednesday.

Had I known that talk we had was the last one, and that nobody in my life, nobody, would touch me with such love again, I would have cherished it more.

 

[tvguy]

I have no idea. I just know I wouldn't want to know it was the last time.
I do recall going on a trip with my mom to visit her older brother and younger sister who live in Canada, 1,500 miles away. On the way home she said that she figured it would be the last time she saw them. She didn't cry, Given that she was 86, her brother was 89 and her baby sister was 84, that wasn't an outrageous statement, just something I hadn't considered. As fate would have it, my mom, who appeared to be in vastly better health, was the first to pass away 4 years later. Within 10 months, her older brother, baby sister, and older sister also passed away. An entire generation gone like that. In hindsight, the cancerous tumor that took her life was probably just forming on that trip.

 

[nw6675]

To TVGuy's point...I think I'd cry harder knowing it was. I'm teary eyed thinking of many things.

But, to the original question, anything related to my daughter growing up. Except the last diaper. No tears!!!

 

[darnheather]

My oldest would squeeze the fat of my upper arm when she breastfed. Knowing it was the last time would have made me cry.

 

[flyingdumbo127]

This is a reminder to me of the importance of never waiting, please don't, friends to tell someone you care about or love, someone who has made a difference to you, thank you! Do it now. Don't wait! I would have loved to have told my Grandpa Sam especially, he died with no warning that I loved him and thanked him for being (I have realized this as an adult) my first witness to Christ. Grandma, of course, I would have loved visiting more, too.

 

[maxaroni]

Concerning my mom, had known the last “real” conversation I would have with her, I’d be sobbing. She came home on hospice on a Sunday night and gone Tuesday night. Like Blue Starry Hat, I thought we had more time. Never ever enough time.

My dad lived in Florida, moving there by himself after my mom died. Every single time I talked to him, we said “I love you”, for which I am grateful. When we saw each other, we’d hug and I’d hold him tight, for which I am grateful. However, he passed away 1/1/23 by suicide, unexpectedly and again, wish we had more time. If I had known that the last time I talked to him, was the actual last time, I’d have tears streaming down my face.

 

[LuvOrlando]

The last time I carried each my children in my arms.

 

[mumto3girls]

I remember thinking one afternoon in my parent’s kitchen shortly before my youngest sister got married that I could not recall the last time the six of us (me, my parents and my 3 sisters) had been together, just us—without husbands or boyfriends or children. For some reason we were that day for a few minutes. I had this realization that we had eaten so many meals together in that kitchen, just the 6 of us, but it had been years. And thinking that the next time it happened that it was just the 6 of us again, it would probably not be a happy occasion. And it wasn’t. It was 14 years later in the hospital with my mom receiving a devastating diagnosis. And 2 years after that it was sitting around her bed waiting for her to pass. Others came and went that day, but for a lot of the day it was just the six of us.

So it is something I think about with my own family. When will just the five of us have that last meal together? The last of probably thousands.
Even now when the college kids are home they are rushing off in different directions and when we do make a point to sit down together, there are often other relatives/friends/boyfriends that join us. And they are of course welcome and we are lucky to have lots of people in our lives, but it is still the end of something.

 

[PollyannaMom]

I have no idea. I just know I wouldn't want to know it was the last time.

I agree!

 

[Kathryn Merteuil]

Too many things really.

 

[MissStitch626]

I read somewhere once that one day we came inside after playing outside with our friends. We didn't know it at the time, ut it was the last time we ever played outside in our childhood.

I think about that all the time.

 

[footballmouse]

The last time I picked up or dropped off my kids at school.
The last time I enjoyed being with my now ex-husband.
The last time all the kids (neighborhood kids included) played in the backyard.
The last time my kids wanted me to read them a story at night.

 

[mumto3girls]

I read somewhere once that one day we came inside after playing outside with our friends. We didn't know it at the time, ut it was the last time we ever played outside in our childhood.

I think about that all the time.

One of my daughters talks about that one sometimes.

 

[DisneyMomx7]

The last time I talked to my mom and hugged her before she fell into a semi coma and died

 

[nj disney family]

This poem gets me choked up every time I read it.

 

[leebee]

Man, this is so sad. True, but sad. For me, I guess it'd be the morning my father died. He'd had a cold, we thought, but around 2am he was having such an awful time breathing that my mom took him to the hospital. I was 13, my siblings 10, 5, and 4. I don't remember being worried about him. We all went to bed, and my mom came home around 6am to get us up and off for the day. The hospital called at 8am to say he'd died. Turns out he had widespread cancer. I am sure before he left for the hospital I hugged him, but I don't really remember it clearly. If we'd known how sick he was, I know I'd have held onto him for as long as I could.

A happy note... DD used to play with my hair while nursing, twisting it around in her fingers. I always thought of how I'd miss that once she was weaned, but SURPRISE! She still does it! I can always tell when she's had a bad day, is stressed, etc. She'll sit next to me and twirl my hair on her finger, just like she did when she was a baby. Makes my heart warm.