A friend of mine emailed a sweet story to me last night and I just had to share it with everyone. My friend’s dad has cancer and I can see why this touched her so deeply.
Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, “I love you, and I wish you enough”. The daughter replied, “Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.” They kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?” “Yes, I have,” I replied. “Forgive me for asking, but why is this a for ever good-bye?”. ‘I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is – the next trip back will be for my funeral,’ he said. ‘When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?’ He began to smile. ‘That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.’ He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. ‘When we said, ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.’ Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
Here are some shots of our beach excursion this morning, just to make you smile!
The first shots are a succession of Juno running along and then finding a Garter Snake. He just couldn’t figure out what it was and he followed it all the way down to the river and watched it swim away before resuming his explorations. OM Goodness, I love this dog soooooo much – I’ve never known anything that can make me laugh as often or as heartily as our Juno.
And the last ones are a few of the old man, trucking along the beach and then climbing up the bank, which must have seemed more like a cliff to his 15 year old body! What a trooper!
Well blog creepers, we’re heading out for a fun-filled weekend of fishing up at Roche Lake. It’s the City’s Annual Fishing Derby and, hopefully, I will win it this year, instead of Greg! Booyah! I’d like to end this post with a hearty, “Stay thirsty my friends,” but I think I’ll change it up today and, instead, sign off with a wish for you – I wish you enough. Enough said. Peace Out.