For one more day

If you could spend one more day with anyone who would you pick? This is a toss up question for me, because three people come to mind, My grandmother, My grandfather, and Mr. Swegarden. For something that well won't be coming true for sometime, I sure find myself debating and thinking over it. I never knew my grandfather that well since I was so young when he passed away. I just want the chance more than anything to know him and for him to know me. As for my grandmother, she was and still is a lady that is everything to me. And oh how I miss the simplest of simple moments with her. I would give anything to sit next to her at a baseball game or in church. I would give anything to find myself wrapped in one of her hugs of love. I would give anything to hear that gentle English voice of hers. I would give anything to see that smile of hers spread across her face. I would be willing to just spend the day out in the middle of nowhere if it meant I could spend that entire day with her.

Then there is Mr. Swegarden, who well there just aren't any words. I feel like sometimes as much as I want that day with him I would pass that day up if it meant Jami and/or Janelle could have that day with him. Most of the time I just wish I could hear his life lessons, his advice, his positive and encouraging words. I wish could be sitting in his classroom again and watch a man with such a zest for life reach-teach and change in what seemed like such a simple way...He made it look so simple because it came so natural to him. He just had this amazing way, he had this amazing way of making you feel so special and so capable of doing basically anything.

Its funny that when you find yourself missing someone...when it comes down to it...what is it that you miss about them?? Sometimes you can't put your finger on it, but most of the time its the simplest of moments. Life is a million simple moments that add up to be the story of your life...We don't remember days, we remember moments... Isn't that the truth. In the end it doesn't matter the clothes they wore, where they went, where they lived...I don't remember any of those things...I remember and miss the simple moments I got to spend with them...Sitting on the bench outside the classroom with Mr. Swegarden and just talking about well-nothing....Sitting on my grandfather's lap and his big hands tickling me-making me laugh....taking a ball game with my grandmother and talking about anything that comes to mind....Simple moments...that turns out being the best moments and most important moments...the moments that last....the moments that count....the moments we miss the most.