It would be the last time

I had to take my wife home because she was sick herself at the time the two of us were visiting my mother at the hospital. I told my mother, "I'll be back in a little while," but I didn't explain why, and with her Alzheimer's, she probably wouldn't have remembered anyway.

.Just moments after I returned to the hospital alone, mother took her last breath. At least I was with her at the time, and she knew me, but it really troubled me that she must have wondered why I went away for a half hour or so and left her alone.
 
My last organized hockey game just after my twin girls were born.

I actually purchased two cigars and skated around the ice with them in my mouth while stickhandling and shooting the puck. All of my buds keeled over on the benches laughing. But man...with the moisture in that rink...I really stunk out the whole joint with that nasty tobacco odor. But it was worth it. I was over-the-moon that night about becoming the Father of twin daughters!
 
Interesting. The Last time I interacted with someone who is no longer here. My daughter comes to mind who past in 2010 and I spent much time trying to remember what I said to here prior. Fifteen years ago now and the mind is a bit fuzzy. Loved her, miss her even now. Could I have altered events? could I have made a difference in the result.
I think not. What comfort I have is that God is in charge. He decides. I don't like HIS decisions at times, but he is God and I am his creation, like my daughter. Loss at any level is hard. It doesn't pass, it doesn't go away. It sticks with us. It is a pain that no drug will numb. Time heals but not so much because we understand but because we move on.
I remember a crazy statement that Lydon Johnson made about Vietnam. "Vietnam is like a Texas hail storm, I can't run, I can't hide and I can't make it go away." The loss of those we love, loved or cared for is like that.
just my thoughts
bob
 
When I was 9 years old, my mom and dad were going away for a 3 day trip. As they went out the door, they each gave me a kiss on the cheek. My dad went with mom who was going to New York City for 1 day of an insurance seminar and then they were going to see a few sites in the city. They never came home and I never got another kiss from them.
 
As I read over these posts, some of our members lost someone close. I’m sorry for those who lost a relative or close friend, but keeps their memories of the good times close. That’s one thing that should never go away.

My mom died in 2004 and dad died earlier. I dearly miss both of them everyday, but the memories bring me joy.
 
Saying goodbye to my father as he readied to go to BWI airport in Baltimore in 1974. Little did either of us know he would die on the plane enroute to Dallas.
There were several plane accidents prior to 2001. We lost a lot of people, mostly due to the lack of the plane not having the technology that they didn’t have back then, but do today.

There was some good that came from many of the crashes. We learned to fix the problem with technology, mostly. Advanced training was also a factor. Many airlines made the training mandatory. Even after all that, we still had a few accidents costing several lives due to mechanical failures. In order to fix that issue, most systems on today’s aircraft has a secondary system used as a backup. For example, even if the power fails, there are two backup systems that could be engaged to provide power.
 
I guess what comes to mind is the last relationship I had. We broke up a few months before the world started shutting down because of Covid, so dating was kind of off the table for a bit.

Turned out that was it for me, I became so content living my own life I haven't made any attempt to date since, and have turned down a handful of opportunities.

So Kristin if you're reading this, I had know idea you would be my last.😉
 
We keep our memories and move on. We have no choice. Our losses change us forever and they become part of who we are today.
May we all find comfort in Gods understanding of his creation. US!
 


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