One More Day

Today's topic on Oprah was a book called " One More Day" by Mitch Albom. It's a story about a man that is lost in his life. Divorced, children no longer speaking to him, you get the idea. But as he is driving back to his home town he gets into a car accident. As he is in a place between the living and the dead; he is able to spend one more day with his mother that had past sometime ago. As his mother in that one day helped him put his life back on track. It's a book about love, forgivness, and having one more chance. It's seems like a very touching book. I would like to read.

As I was thinking to myself; if I had one more day to spend with someone I loved who would it be? Who has past in my life that I would like to spend one more day with? Seeing how my mother, father, loving husband and children are still here. I can think of 2 people who I would love to spend one more day with. One would be my Grandma Hale, and the second would be my Grandpa Chiang.

My Grandma past away in April 1994 of heart failure. She was a great lady even though I did not see her often. I loved her dearly. When my sister and I were young we lived with my Grandma while my mother and father were going though thier divorce. She made large quilts that would fill the whole living room. I remember my sister and I would lay or play underneath as she worked way. We would sometimes sneak off and start playing in our room, and she would yell "Girls come back in here." You got to remember back in those days there was no Cartoon Network. There was Days of Our Lives. Which to a young child is quite boring. But I still remember that hour glass and the sand of our time saying. The smell of the kitchen is so fresh in my mind and nose. The smell of baking and her cooking. hmmm! Her homemade ice cream she would make with fresh strawberries from her garden. The day that I would spend with her would be us just sitting in the kitchen. With a bowl of her strawberry ice cream of course. A day that I could get to know her, and her to know me. A day of questions, laughing, joy, and tears.

My Grandpa Chiang past away in September 1997 of heart failure as well. He lived in Taiwan. I was never able to meet my grandfather. My mother moved to the United Stated in 1973. I was born in New Orleans in 1975. My father was in the United States Navy when he meet my mother in 1971. My mother doesn't not speak very much about the past. Trying to get information out of her is like trying to get a new pickle jar lid open. Hard and tough. I guess I need to get a better gripper! But anyway, I would spend the day talking to him. I would have like to have known him. What kind of person was he? What did he like and dislike? So many question and things I don't know.

Don't get me wrong I do not live my life in any regret at all. I love my family to the highest tilt. God has truly blessed me and my family. I know that someday I will have my one more day. That one day I will be able to see my grandparents, and be able to sit and talk with them. That day is just not today. But when that one day does come; it's not just my grandparents I want to sit and talk with. I would also like to sit and talk with God and Jesus as well.