If only I had…
It was 52 years ago. My mother came crying into the baking room and called sobbingly to my father who was standing at the oven: “Mama is dead – she meant my Granny – o, if only we had visited her more often!” But we had often visited my Granny – my mother would never have had to reproach herself for this.
When my father was buried in April 2011 I wished I could have told him once more that I really valued and loved him. But it was too late.
Perhaps the Corona-crisis gives us the chance to do and say what we should have done or said ages ago: “Forgive me, I forgive you and I love you!”
In three months not all of us will still be alive. /KDJ (Picture caption: My father’s coffin)
Psalm 90:12
“So teach us to number our days, that we may get us an heart of wisdom.”
