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“I wish you enough”

I was on Facebook the other day, and I came across a post that a friend had shared. Here it is:

Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport as the daughter’s departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said: “I love you and I wish you enough.”… The daughter replied, “Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.” They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I sat. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?” “Yes, I have,” I replied. “Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?” “I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is the next trip back will be for my funeral,” she said. When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, “I wish you enough.” May I ask what that means?” She began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she 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”. Then turning toward me, she shared the following, 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 you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.” She then began to cry and walked away. They say it takes a minute to find a special person. An hour to appreciate them. A day to love them. And an entire life to forget them. – Author : Bob Perks
When I first read it, I did not really think too much about it. Over the past few days, however, it has been sticking with me. I can’t get it out of my head, Whether this excerpt is fact or fiction, it is, hands down, touching. The story at the beginning is sad, yes. It is the end, however that keeps on playing in my head:
“”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 you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.”

She then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person. An hour to appreciate them. A day to love them. And an entire life to forget them.”

I started to think about the friends I have and all of the people in my life. Then, I began thinking about the people I see in everyday life.
My great Baba came into my mind. She suffered from dementia for many years. Although she wasn’t completely aware of who she was talking to, she had many words of wisdom. Rose always stated, more than once every visit, how important family is, how it needs to stay together, with them you can get through anything. She was right, and still is. Although she is gone now, I know she was happy and at peace. How do I know? On the last birthday we celebrated with her, she was 90 or so, a bunch of us drove to Vegreville, to the home where she was staying. They were holding a birthday party for all of the residents whos birthdays were in February, we had lunch. they had a cake, and a band. The band was playing some old songs, and then “You are my sunshine” came on. People starting singing and I looked at my mom, then my Baba and Gedo. I wondered why they were all crying. Then I looked at my  Great Baba and she was singing the song. Word for word. It was almost magical. That is how I knew she was truly happy and at peace. She had always been a role model for me, but that day I decided I wanted to be just like her. Her family was her happiness. They kept her going.
  The people who feel they find happiness in money. The sad reality is, from experience, they don’t. They are sad, and lonely. They are working hard, trying to make a life for their families, but rarely see them. They are the widows who choose pension over love. They are the careless spenders for a few months of fun, but years, maybe even a lifetime in debt; stressing if they will be able to pay the bills next month. I don’t know about you, but I do not want to have that. I prefer just enough. Enough to get by, yet still be happy, see my family daily. You are stronger that way.
I was listening to the radio and a commercial came on for Ronald McDonald house. They stated that 5 fingers  , a whole hand, is stronger than just 1 finger. This is true. It applies to life.
So, dear reader, think about it. Do you have all those big tonka toys, the huge house, and everything in between? Now, a second question. Are you happy?
I wish you enough……

Thank you for the image: http://kateswaffer.com/2013/06/08/saturday-poem-i-wish-you-enough/

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2 comments on ““I wish you enough”

  1. hisandherscene
    February 8, 2013

    I am so glad I came across this wonderful post, it really made me think and that is certainly a phrase I shall remember “I wish you enough” x

    • amcnutt84
      February 10, 2013

      Thank you for your feedback! I am glad that it is meaningful to you as well. May happiness find its way to you 🙂

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