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Our Unrealized Last Times [re: if we had only known]
Toogood Reports ^ | June 27, 2002 | Gene Johns

Posted on 06/27/2002 6:32:31 AM PDT by Stand Watch Listen

A few nights ago I did something so simple and seemingly so routine that I never thought much about it. But for some reason, that night it occurred to me how special it was to do what I was doing and how much it meant to me.

My four-year old son had fallen asleep on the couch. As most parents do from time to time, I gently picked up my youngest child and carried him to bed. As I picked him up and started walking down the hallway he instinctively wrapped his arms around my neck, laid his head on my shoulder, and continued to sleep. At that moment, I became conscious of how much I loved doing something so simple. I wondered if I would know when I carried him to bed for the last time. Of course, the answer is, I would not! I miss it already.

I didn´t realize it was the last time when I carried any of my three older children to bed for the last time. If I would have known it was the last time I would have taken a little more time to cherish it. I thought about that as I sat there on the side of the bed, next to my four year old, watching him sleep. From now on, I will cherish each time I carry my son to bed as if it were the last time.

Throughout life, we all experience the last time we do something without realizing it is the last time. Such things as the last time we played an LP instead of reaching for a cassette. The last time we came home late and feared what our parents would say. The last time we went out on a date with someone for the first time not realizing that person would be the last one we dated and end up marrying.

As a child, it was comforting to crawl up onto my mothers lap and have her put her arms around me. Nothing felt safer or more loving than to be curled up in my mother´s lap as a child. I don´t recall the last time I did that but the memory of the warmth and security of being wrapped up in my mother´s arms will be with me until my final days.

I didn´t know the last time I played in the rain as a child that it would be the last time I played in the rain. Perhaps, if I had known, I might have stayed out in the rain a little longer. Although, I suppose one is never too old to play in the rain. I will checkout the weather forecast and maybe there is some wet summer fun in the near future for me.

Nearly 25 years ago my sister Gwen passed away at the age of 17. I didn´t know the last time I talked with my sister that it would be the last time. If I had only known, I would have told her I loved her. I miss her.

I don´t recall the last time my dad had a cognizant conversation with me. Years ago my Father succumbed to poor health and a stroke. If I had known it would be the last time I would have a mindful conversation with my dad, I would have taken a little longer and listened a little more intently.

I don´t remember the subject of the last time I asked my mom a question and she responded with, “I will tell you when you get older.” Now that I am old enough to hear the answer I don´t remember the question. That is so frustrating!

I don´t recollect the last time my wife got so angry with me, and no doubt rightfully so, that I felt like such a jerk. Thank goodness for my short memory and her unconditional forgiving love.

On September 10, 2001, Americans went to bed not knowing it would be the last time of going to sleep feeling safe and secure from enemy attack within our borders. The morning of September 11, 2001, changed that indefinitely. It was the last time American parents felt our children were safe from the evil of terrorism.

In life we experience many things for the last time. Sometimes we know when it will be the last time and, unfortunately, too many times we don´t know. But we should never forget that in a world filled with uncertainty and unrealized last times we can all be assured God will be there when we take a breath on this earth for the last time.



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1 posted on 06/27/2002 6:32:31 AM PDT by Stand Watch Listen
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To: Stand Watch Listen
Good post. And might I add...be sure to cherish things like Christmas. I fear that delightful holiday will soon be non-PC.
2 posted on 06/27/2002 6:39:54 AM PDT by neutrino
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To: Stand Watch Listen
Great Article
3 posted on 06/27/2002 7:18:04 AM PDT by TwoBear
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To: neutrino; TwoBear
Thanks For so many of us, life is taken for granted. So many are entangled with the various aspects of their busy lives that they do not discern what is all around them.

Ahhh Christmas...but it has become way too commercial. I fear that the holiday has already been taken over. The simple reason for the season is all too forgotten in this secular world. In this area, this is a department store that has for years, started their Christmas display in mid September.

4 posted on 06/27/2002 7:43:32 AM PDT by Stand Watch Listen
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To: Stand Watch Listen
bttt
5 posted on 06/27/2002 12:59:05 PM PDT by Stand Watch Listen
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To: Stand Watch Listen
I wonder if kids today will remember the last time they were allowed to say the Pledge of Allegiance?
6 posted on 06/27/2002 1:05:51 PM PDT by berned
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To: berned
Good point!
7 posted on 06/27/2002 1:07:51 PM PDT by Stand Watch Listen
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