Comments on: If Tomorrow Never Comes

By: Debra Webb

Debra Webb — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 12:47:40 +0000

Good girl, Karin! Gotta love yourself too! And I can’t wait to have me a gorgeous grandbaby!

By: Debra Webb

Debra Webb — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 12:46:07 +0000

Mariska, frustration and impatience are parts of life too! You’re only human, it happens! Sorry for making you feel guilty! But I’m glad you shared. It’s hard work being a mom!

By: Debra Webb

Debra Webb — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 12:44:10 +0000

I couldn’t agree with you more, Sophie. We never get too old for hugs!

By: Karin Tabke

Karin Tabke — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 07:52:41 +0000

As I was rocking my 3 month old granddaughter to sleep earlier today, I looked down at her sweet, innocent face and said to her, “If you stayed this small, I could protect you from the world.” She smiled and started sucking on her fist.

Even in grandma’s arms she is vulnerable. I cannot imagine losing a child. Or now, a grandchild.

In our family, we tell each other more than once a day, “I love, you.” It goes with saying, not without.

Today I had a chance to do something I really love to do: I took a long nap.

By: Mariska

Mariska — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 07:22:40 +0000

perfect , now i’m crying (T_T).
Thanks for reminding me to treasure our little moment with our love ones.

i’m so feeling guilty right now, coz i was mad at my 3yos son because he’s crying for something that i couldn’t understand

By: Sophie Littlefield

Sophie Littlefield — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 06:56:31 +0000

This terrible tragedy has been on my mind a lot, and yes…every time one of the kids comes near they get an extra hug. They may wiggle out of my grasp after a bit, being teenagers, but I think we all need the reminder that we are cherished and loved above all else – that’s the fuel we need to get through the hard days, whether we’re 9 months or 90 years old.

By: Debra Webb

Debra Webb — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 02:56:00 +0000

Thanks, Marilyn. We just never know. I may not have done everything I want to when I go, but, unless someone cuts out my tongue, I will have said most of what I wanted to say!

By: Debra Webb

Debra Webb — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 02:53:55 +0000

Patricia, I know exactly what you mean. My father died of cancer. We knew for many months before he died and he insisted on knowing the truth. So we had time to say the things that needed to be said. My mother died suddenly with no forewarning whatsoever. It was extremely difficult for all of us. But for her, it was far better than suffering all those months as my father did. Still, there were things I would like to have said.

By: Marilyn

Marilyn — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 01:53:54 +0000

I live in Deb’s town, belong to Deb’s RWA chapter and shared in all the horror of the past two weeks. A fellow chapter mate works in that department and her boss was one of the fatalities. The other victims were her friends and colleagues.

My younger son was assaulted and held against his will by some drugged up hooligans when he was 16 years old. We were shaken to the bone. Six months later they arrested the ringleader (he’d fled the area but his juvenile-age buddies had been arrested that night) and a year later we went to trial. He pled guilty and spent 3 years behind bars for it, but it made me very aware that your child can leave the house for whatever reason and perhaps not come back.

My boys are grown now so I can’t give them kisses and hugs as often as I’d like. But we email and phone and text to stay in touch. Matter of fact, I think I’ll call now to see how they’re doing. One had his truck totaled two weeks ago (after having his house burglarized last month) so he’s been dealing with a lot of crap. The other finished grad school in December and is job hunting. They could both probably use a verbal hug from mom (and mom could use one from them too).

Great blog!

By: Patricia Barraclough

Patricia Barraclough — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 01:49:34 +0000

Excellent post and reminder. We never do know what moment will be our last or the last of someone we love. My husband leaves for work before I get up in the morning. Sometimes I leave a note, once in a great while I’ll wake up to say goodbye. My son rolls his eyes and complains when I say “Bye and drive carefully.” My husband reminds him it is because I care. We say it to everyone in our family when they leave.
Not the same, but when my Mother was dying from cancer (she died 4 weeks after they found it), we were told not to let her know she was dying and act like she was getting better. It was such a wrong way to handle it. We never got to say Good-bye or really let her know how much she meant to us. She died in 1971 and it still hurts that we didn’t part the way we should have.