Written after finding out she was dying from cancer - by Erma Bombeck
If I had My Life To Live Over Again
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted
like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have invited friends over to dinner
even if the carpet was stained or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much
less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to
my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a
summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my
children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while
watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was
practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said,
"Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more
"I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute,
look at it and really see it , live it and never give it back.
