Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, 'I love you and I wish you enough'.

The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom'.

They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she 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 forever 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,' she said.

'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?'.

She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone'. She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she 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, she shared the following as if she 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.

She then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

thanks for sharing!

Whew, that brought tears to my eyes!

I've seen this before, BUT, every time I read it....it touches me

Simply beautiful........
Thanks for reminding me of it...

I'm just taking a moment to remember not to take things for granted, glad you enjoyed.

I'm crying like a little b*tch now.

come here goof, it's ok to embrace your feminine side

{{{{{{{goof}}}}}}

*hugs the lil b#tch*

I love this story .goosebumps

pass the kleenex, please

This was wonderful!!!! But it can all be boiled down to one word.....

GRATITUDE

We all need to have it for even the smallest things!!!

Embrace my feminine side eh? "sigh" Yes, men can cry too at emotional stuff. Like when I get to the donut shop and they are all out of glazed.

Nice Fran thanks

I wish you all enough!!!!!!!!!!!

Especially in these trying times.

Er... ok, I'm gonna say it. When I read this before I was like, "Whatever, it's just more maudlin sentimentality, and people like it so just keep your mouth shut and move on." So I did, and I did, but all right, here goes:

The day when a girl or boy would leave the family and strike out for a new life and new opportunity far, far away, knowing that he/she would probably never see the family again and that letters would be the only contact he had with them until the letter came informing him of their deaths--those days are LONG GONE.

When someone I know starts getting all weepy because their mom and dad are getting old and ill and "they might not be around much longer" and "they live so far away"--I call bullsh1t on that. If you love your parents, you will stay near them. Your parents changed your diaper and fed you when you were an infant. They made you go to school so you could learn and have a chance at a happy life. Whether you believe you asked to be born or not, the mere fact that you are still here and doing somewhat ok is a testimonial to their love for you.

If your parents are ill, you should help care for them. My mother just recently returned from a couple of weeks helping her mom (who is 100 years old) in rehab. She had to care for her own mother like an infant and she said it was horrible, but she did get Grandma to the point that she could feed herself again and use the bathroom by herself again. Mom, in her 70s, still works, so she was taking time off work to do these things. It was a trip of over 1500 miles. Mom made this trip gladly and other family members helped pay for her trip.

Mom and Grandma have what most people would term a "poor relationship". Grandma usually favored my aunt over my mom. Grandma has always been hard to get along with under the best of circumstances.

But when asked to help out, Mom was there. She didn't just go for a damned visit, she sat there and cared for her mother.

I mean: Wtf, people? Platitudes are no substitute for affection.

Some day the people we care about will die. Some day those who love us that we leave behind in death will be standing next to our burial place, full of sorrow because they will never see us again.

My parents are very independent people and they are not easy to deal with, and they are not always nice. But I live within a short drive of them. If they lost their home, they would live with me if there was noplace else for them to live. Nobody would be really happy with that arrangement, but they know they can depend on me to help them; that's a knowledge they have beyond words. My sisters are the same. When Dad had an accident and was in the hospital for TEN MONTHS, my sister took leave from military service and sat by his bed almost every single day of that time. When he finally regained consciousness after being in a coma for most of that time, the first thing he remembers is her reading the newspaper to him. Most families would have given Dad up for dead. That was almost 20 years ago, and Dad made such a recovery from his horrible injuries that even the doctors were calling it a "miracle". Yes: Love IS a miracle, and most of us just throw it away.

What pithy saying will ever sustain anyone in the face of oblivion? I mean, if this is a true story, here's the daughter putting her mom--who is ill--on a freaking plane to fly home, alone, to be in her house, alone, to wait on death. Alone! And saying "I wish you enough" is supposed to make everything better?

Screw that. yours in Chaos (and expecting a warning from forum moderators), Scarlett

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You must have a issue with something.

The daughter is the one that left, even if the she did stay that would not change the outcome. She also has her own life to live. If the mother and her had made peace and accepted what was happening and did not want to bruden her then so be it.

Just because your there giving up your life to to try to change the outcome it won't change.
Death comes for us all, it is in the way we chose how to deal with it. with our selfs our family member or a friend if is meant... we can not change it.

I have experience in this. What is the differnece is if her mom had die instanstly from what ever, she would' ve not been there. They already made their peace and accepted. You don't stop your life just because someone had move on in the scheme of life now do you.

So you need to look deep into your self and see what is brothering you, it is not this post but something else.

My best to you and I hope you find it.

SWEET MOLASSES, why not let us know how you really feel

MrTap

i don't find molasses all that sweet, i prefer honey...clover honey to be specific