Today's post is inspired by Britney's post on my FB page. Thank you for thinking of me and sharing words that inspired me to write my own version of "My World Would be so Different if You Were Still Alive".
It doesn’t matter that it’s been nearly two years since
you’ve passed away.
It doesn’t matter that that I think about you every minute of every day.
I still wish you were here and that I never had to cry.
My world would be so different if you were still alive.
If you were still alive, I wouldn’t have to push through each day because it’s so painful not to have you here. I’d be able to pick up the phone to give you a call and share all our latest news. If you were still alive, we’d have one more person at our table, one more person to share our holidays, and one more person to tell stories with. We’d have more bonfires, more barbeques, and definitely more beers.
If you were still alive, then there would be one more voice cheering over the fireworks on Fourth of July. There would be one more voice yahooing over the person that got their 4x4 stuck and one more voice singing along to his favorite country rap songs.
If you were still alive, there would be one less date that made me burst into tears every year. Your birthday would be the only date that reminded me of you, and we’d have a heck of a good time celebrating as we always do. I wouldn’t dread dates that I’ve always loved, and I wouldn’t have one added...if only, you were still here.
If you were still alive, there’d be one more person I could call when I’m lonely. One more person to hug me when I’m feeling down. One more person to make me feel like I’d be missed if anything ever happened and I wasn’t around. If you were still alive, there would be one more invitation to send out for parties. One more person to dance with when we’re celebrating. One more person to tell me how much they love me and that I’m a good mom.
If you were still alive, I wouldn’t have to talk to you through prayers or see you only in my dreams. I could send you a text or give you a call or be excited when you show up on my front step in the middle of the night. If you were still alive, I wouldn’t be so terrified of losing someone again, someone I care about as much as you. But if you were still alive, your loved ones might not have realized that “live each day like it’s your last” is reality. That we need to treasure every moment while we still can and tell our family we love them as much as possible.
As much as I miss you, I’m thankful for what you taught me while you were here, and what you’re continuing to teach me now that you’re gone. How you taught me first to be a mom and how you are now teaching me that it’s ok to go on. That memories can last a lifetime and when asked how many kids I have, I will always humbly say, “Three; one is a teen, one is an adult, and one is in Heaven.”
It doesn’t matter that that I think about you every minute of every day.
I still wish you were here and that I never had to cry.
My world would be so different if you were still alive.
If you were still alive, I wouldn’t have to push through each day because it’s so painful not to have you here. I’d be able to pick up the phone to give you a call and share all our latest news. If you were still alive, we’d have one more person at our table, one more person to share our holidays, and one more person to tell stories with. We’d have more bonfires, more barbeques, and definitely more beers.
If you were still alive, then there would be one more voice cheering over the fireworks on Fourth of July. There would be one more voice yahooing over the person that got their 4x4 stuck and one more voice singing along to his favorite country rap songs.
If you were still alive, there would be one less date that made me burst into tears every year. Your birthday would be the only date that reminded me of you, and we’d have a heck of a good time celebrating as we always do. I wouldn’t dread dates that I’ve always loved, and I wouldn’t have one added...if only, you were still here.
If you were still alive, there’d be one more person I could call when I’m lonely. One more person to hug me when I’m feeling down. One more person to make me feel like I’d be missed if anything ever happened and I wasn’t around. If you were still alive, there would be one more invitation to send out for parties. One more person to dance with when we’re celebrating. One more person to tell me how much they love me and that I’m a good mom.
If you were still alive, I wouldn’t have to talk to you through prayers or see you only in my dreams. I could send you a text or give you a call or be excited when you show up on my front step in the middle of the night. If you were still alive, I wouldn’t be so terrified of losing someone again, someone I care about as much as you. But if you were still alive, your loved ones might not have realized that “live each day like it’s your last” is reality. That we need to treasure every moment while we still can and tell our family we love them as much as possible.
As much as I miss you, I’m thankful for what you taught me while you were here, and what you’re continuing to teach me now that you’re gone. How you taught me first to be a mom and how you are now teaching me that it’s ok to go on. That memories can last a lifetime and when asked how many kids I have, I will always humbly say, “Three; one is a teen, one is an adult, and one is in Heaven.”
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