If you had three wishes, what would you wish?
Today’s daily prompt asks, Who do you give your three wishes to, and why?
By coincidence earlier today I had written a post titled… If I could.
Imagine if you had three wishes, what would you do? As a child I can remember thinking I was very clever when I was asked this question. My answer was, to use the first wish to ask for more wishes.
Now as an adult I wonder what indeed I would do with such a power?
As I sit typing today, I must admit that my fingers are a little slower than normal, my head a little foggy, and my body feels like that of a much older person. Before you feel too sorry for me, let me reassure you. Yes I am suffering, but not from an illness. I am feeling the side effects of a really good night out last night. I am tempted to use one of those wishes for selfish reasons, to eliminate those side effects, but no I will not waste them.
So what would I do?
Anyone who follows this blog would probably be able to answer that, and know exactly where I’d send those wishes.
The first wish I would hand deliver to a young boy no longer with us. I’d bring him back and watch his Mom and Dad, brother and sisters, family and friends gather to greet him. As he would burst in the door, I would ensure he had his gear bag back with him. In it would be new gear. His club GAA jersey, shorts and boots, and his basketball and soccer kits, in the bigger size, as a year and a half has passed since he last played. His gear would of course be dirty, and he would just dump it on the kitchen floor. Wearing a cheeky smile I can only imagine the reception he would get. The awful sad memories of the past year would be wiped away, and the memory of his leaving would be forgotten forever.
I would quickly move on with my next wish. This would be for another small boy. His Dads “little buddy”, an unintentional hero, who is also no longer with us. He would be easy to find. I would only need to find his Mom, Dad and sister and he would be right beside them. I would take great delight in seeing him play again with his toys, and I’d quietly leave, as his family hold him close once more.
Then finally the third wish. This one I’m afraid I’d keep for my own use. It would be for my Dad.
I would close my eyes and call softly for him to come home once more. I would not have to shout as I know, he is always close by.
I would then hurriedly make my way to Dublin. As I’d enter my childhood home, it would feel different. Complete. I’d watch through tears my parents reunion, and see the years fall from my mom, as she and Dad hugged once more. I’d then come forward for my own reunion. So many years of sadness would melt away in that one hug. I can imagine wanting to stay in his arms forever. When eventually I would tear myself away, I’d stand proudly beside him and introduce my Dad to my children. Four grandchildren he never got to meet. A grandfather, father and husband back home where he should be, in a house which has missed him for a very long time.
So there they are, my three wishes. Because anyone who has experienced loss will know that given a choice there is only one wish you would make.
If you could.
What would you wish for?
This was written in response to the Daily Prompt. Why not check out the other posts.