I saw this picture first on Aoibheanns Pink Tie facebook page . A fabulous charity helping families of children with cancer. I originally saw it a few weeks ago, but the question it asks has stayed with me.
Who would I like to sit with?
Would I chose a famous figure from the past? Someone I really admired such as Nelson Mandela or Helen Keller? Or what about Jesus? That would surely answer a few questions of mine. If He turned up I’d know I’d better go visit a church!
In that five minutes I would want to sit with him and look out over the mountains of Allihies. As we would sit together, I would hold his hand and rest my head on his shoulder. Such a simple gesture, but how I would wish to experience it one more time.
As we would sit there I could speak to him of his four grandchildren whom he never got to meet, and of the man who he had been introduced to briefly, many years ago. I would assure him, my choice had been a good one, and life had brought me, all he could have wished for.
As the moments would tick by bringing our goodbye ever closer, I would wish that we would sit in silence, no words to interrupt our time. Snuggling close, I would breathe my Dad in and try to fill every sinew of my body with all that he is. Looking into his eyes I would once more see his love for me, and I’d remember his face, wrinkled with smiles. Holding his hands in mine I would feel the rough skin of a man who loved to build. The hands of a gifted carpenter.
With just moments of time left together, we would stand up. Turning to each other, my Dad would hold out his arms for me, just as he did when I was only a child. Walking into his arms we would hold each other close, very close. Squeezing tight until it was hard to breathe.
As our time runs out my Dad would gently place one last kiss on my forehead. Wiping my tears, I would whisper a final “Goodbye”.
Something I didn’t get to do twenty seven years ago.