One More Day

Today our Christian radio station was asking the question "If you could spend one more day with someone, who would it be and why?" It made me think, but not long, because I knew who it would be. My Dad. He died of cancer when I was 17 years old my Senior year of highschool. I loved him dearly; he was such a Godly & loving father, husband, son, brother, uncle, etc. I would love to spend one day with him and let him meet my husband Harvey. I just know that they would love each other--they are both true gentlemen. Then I would be just bursting to let him meet my children, his grandchildren. Just so they could know this kind man. And see him. And hear him talk. And hold his rugged hands. And feel his warm embrace and see his dark, tanned skin, his curls (that I inherited mine from), and his loving smile. But then I know I would want him to meet his other grandchildren (my nieces and nephews), because he would love them so much too. I would have to include my siblings because I could not keep Dad to myself, although part of me would be tempted. And then there is my mom, they were the love of each others' lives. I guess it would be like the country song "One More Day." The lyrics are something like this..."one more day, one more night, one more second, baby I'd be satisfied. But then again, I know just what it'd do--leave me wishing still for one more day with you."

I guess I have known all along, one more day would not be enough. I am so thankful I'll have an eternity of "one more days."

Kristi