I wish You Enough
Thursday, October 26, 2006
I wish you enough.....pinched from Missy!!
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.
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
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.
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 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.
"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
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."
He then began to sob and walked away.
I pinched this from my dear old friend Missy, but I wish it for all the people that are in my life!!