If you are ever going to love me
Love me now while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which from true affection flow
Love me now while I am living
Do not wait until I am gone
And then have it chiselled in marble
Sweet words on ice cold stone
If you have tender thoughts of me
Please tell me now
If you wait until I am sleeping
Never will be death between us
And I won’t hear you then
So if you love me, even a little bit
Let me know while I am living
So that I can treasure it
Now she is gone and I am sick with guilt because I never told her what she meant to me. Worse yet, I did not treat her as she deserved to be treated.
I found time for everyone and everything but I never made time for her. It would have been easy to drop in for a cup of tea and a hug but my friends came first. Would any of them have done for me what my mother did? I know the answer.
When I called mom on the phone, I was always in a hurry. I feel ashamed when I think of the times I cut her off. I remember too, the times I could have included her and didn’t.
Our children loved Grandma from the times they were babies. They often turn to her for comfort and advice. She understood them.
I realise now that I was too critical, too short-tempered, too stingy with praise. Grandma gave them unconditional love. The world is filled with sons and daughters like me. I hope they see themselves in this letter and profit from it. It’s too late for me and I am sick with regrets.