One more hug.
That’s what I wish for. Just 1, maybe 2 long hugs.
Before I say good-bye.
But it’s too late. I’ve missed the chance. You’re gone.
I’ll remember our last day together.
Talking, remembering, sharing, eating.
That one half hug when I arrived.
It wasn’t enough.
So I’ll grab all those memories,
Wrap them tight in my heart.
Keep them close to ease the pain.
An invisible hug for eternity.
For my Dad.
My Daddy passed away on Good Friday, April 14. I was blessed to spend the day with Daddy and Mama, talking and visiting and hanging out. He went on to Heaven later that evening. We had the gift of clear-minded conversation and enjoyment of recalling my growing-up years the entire day. I even learned a few things I hadn’t known. I miss him dreadfully and worry about Mama without her love of nearly 57 years of marriage. But I know he is fine and she’s not alone. She has her kids, a part of Daddy. We will share our heart hugs about Daddy and remember the good times.
But I would still love one more hug.
Don’t wait. Hug with abandon.