I swear the older I get, the more emotional I become. I have never ever been a person who cries, you can ask any of my friends. I ran across this small clip on Facebook. It’s a clip from “Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul.”
Below is the clip. Have some tissues ready because it’s so beautiful.
Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport.
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. Our love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.”
The kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I sat. 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 many 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.
When we said “I wish you were enough” we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them.”
Then turning towards me, she shared the following, reciting it from memory,
“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much 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.”
With tears in her eyes she turned and walked away.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person.
An hour to appreciate them.
A day to love them.
And an entire life to forget them.