I am so sorry for your loss. I know this is so hard for you. That is such a beautiful poem. I almost made it through till the end of your poem before giving in to my tears. But the one last wish part got me and here‘s why.
My mom’s birthday is October 13 and in 2006 it came on a Friday and I was supposed to drive the 90 miles to see her the next day. But my daughter was a senior I high school and we were scheduled to go the following Monday thru Wednesday to the college she chose for testing. I decided to leave a couple of days early so my daughter and I could shop and go to museums and go see my mom the following Saturday, it‘s only a week I said to myself. Of course my mom said to go and have fun and we would get together the next week. My daughter and I got home late Wednesday night the 18th and the following day my mom wasn’t feeling well so she went to her doctor and he said she had a touch of bronchitis and prescribed some medicine. My brother went to the drug store for her and he and his teenage son took her medicine to her. When he walked in she was having trouble breathing and so she sat up straight in her recliner and my brother got her some water. She took her medicine and then told my brother she felt a little dizzy and just a few seconds later her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell into my brother’s arms. My nephew called 911 while my brother tried to give her CPR. The ambulance arrived quickly and with the shock things they were able get a faint heartbeat. When they arrived at the hospital less than 10 minutes away they pronounced her dead, it was a heart attack. And so I guess you know what my last wish would be, it is to have that Friday on her birthday back and not decide to wait another week to go see her and take her gifts.
My son, a Marine was serving in Iraq at the time. One of the gifts was a pink tee that said “My Grandson Is a U.S. Marine serving in Iraq and He is My Hero” with the Marine logo in the middle and a button that said “Pray for my grandson’s safe return” She would have loved those, as he and my mom were always so very close. I hope this doesn’t sound weird to you guys but my siblings decided that since my son could not be there and she was so proud of him, we folded the tee and put it in the casket with her and a small picture of my son in his dress uniform. At the gravesite after the prayer and all we asked to have the casket opened one last time. The men at the funeral home had taken the small picture and placed it in my mother’s hands. That was so sweet of them. I leaned down and kissed her for my son as well as for myself for our last “Goodbye“.
I’m sorry I went on about my own grief. But your poem touched me deeply as tears are streaming down my face as I type. My thoughts and prayers are with you. I noticed your mom is only eight days older than I am. She was so young. My mom had just turned 71 but my daddy passed away at 50. So I know you feel you just didn’t have enough time with her. Just try to focus on the fun memories and the love you shared. God Bless.