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“I Wish You Enough”
Wednesday, October 3, 2012 22:45
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“I Wish You Enough”
by Bob Perks
“I never really thought that I’d
spend as much time in airports as I do. I don’t know why. I always
wanted to be famous and that would mean lots of travel. But I’m not
famous, yet I do see more than my share of airports. I love them and I
hate them. I love them because of the people I get to watch. But they
are also the same reason why I hate airports. It all comes down to
“hello” and “goodbye.” I must have mentioned this a few times while
writing my stories for you.
spend as much time in airports as I do. I don’t know why. I always
wanted to be famous and that would mean lots of travel. But I’m not
famous, yet I do see more than my share of airports. I love them and I
hate them. I love them because of the people I get to watch. But they
are also the same reason why I hate airports. It all comes down to
“hello” and “goodbye.” I must have mentioned this a few times while
writing my stories for you.
I have great difficulties with saying
goodbye. Even as I write this I am experiencing that pounding
sensation in my heart. If I am watching such a scene in a movie I am
affected so much that I need to sit up and take a few deep breaths. So
when faced with a challenge in my life I have been known to go to our
local airport and watch people say goodbye. I figure nothing that is
happening to me at the time could be as bad as having to say goodbye.
Watching people cling to each other, crying, and holding each other in
that last embrace makes me appreciate what I have even more. Seeing
them finally pull apart, extending their arms until the tips of their
fingers are the last to let go, is an image that stays forefront in my
mind throughout the day.
goodbye. Even as I write this I am experiencing that pounding
sensation in my heart. If I am watching such a scene in a movie I am
affected so much that I need to sit up and take a few deep breaths. So
when faced with a challenge in my life I have been known to go to our
local airport and watch people say goodbye. I figure nothing that is
happening to me at the time could be as bad as having to say goodbye.
Watching people cling to each other, crying, and holding each other in
that last embrace makes me appreciate what I have even more. Seeing
them finally pull apart, extending their arms until the tips of their
fingers are the last to let go, is an image that stays forefront in my
mind throughout the day.
On one of my recent business trips,
when I arrived at the counter to check in, the woman said, “How are you
today?” I replied, “I am missing my wife already and I haven’t even
said goodbye.” She then looked at my ticket and began to ask, “How long
will you… Oh, my God. You will only be gone three days!” We all
laughed. My problem was I still had to say goodbye. But I learn from
goodbye moments, too.
when I arrived at the counter to check in, the woman said, “How are you
today?” I replied, “I am missing my wife already and I haven’t even
said goodbye.” She then looked at my ticket and began to ask, “How long
will you… Oh, my God. You will only be gone three days!” We all
laughed. My problem was I still had to say goodbye. But I learn from
goodbye moments, too.
Recently I overheard a father and
daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her
departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said,
“I love you. I wish you enough.” She in turn said, “Daddy, our life
together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I
wish you enough, too, Daddy.” They kissed and she left. He walked over
toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he
wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he
welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing
it would be forever?” “Yes, I have,” I replied. Saying that brought
back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my
Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the
time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what
this man was experiencing.
daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her
departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said,
“I love you. I wish you enough.” She in turn said, “Daddy, our life
together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I
wish you enough, too, Daddy.” They kissed and she left. He walked over
toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he
wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he
welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing
it would be forever?” “Yes, I have,” I replied. Saying that brought
back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my
Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the
time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what
this man was experiencing.
“Forgive me for asking, but why is
this a forever goodbye?” I asked. “I am old and she lives much too far
away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back
would be for my funeral,” he said. “When you were saying goodbye I
heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?” He
began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other
generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” He paused for a
moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled
even more. “When we said ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other
person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain
them,” he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following
as if he were reciting it from memory…
this a forever goodbye?” I asked. “I am old and she lives much too far
away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back
would be for my funeral,” he said. “When you were saying goodbye I
heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?” He
began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other
generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” He paused for a
moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled
even more. “When we said ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other
person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain
them,” he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following
as if he were 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 enough “Hello’s” to get you through the final “Goodbye.”
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 enough “Hello’s” to get you through the final “Goodbye.”
He then began to sob and walked away. My friends, I wish you enough!”
2012-10-03 22:33:20
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