One More Chance—Talking to Someone Who Has Died

You are given the opportunity to talk to one dead person and tell him one thing that you didn’t get to before he passed away. Who would you pick and what would you tell him (or her, of course)?

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2 thoughts on “One More Chance—Talking to Someone Who Has Died

  1. AutumnBreeze

    Given that one impossible chance to talk to someone dead and gone I would be at a lost at who to pick at first. There are so many people I only wish I could have said things to. There is one person though that I would have to pick.
    I would pick my father, not because I loved him. Not because I have so many important things to tell him. No I would pick my father to simply tell him. You did not win. You did not defeat me. I am still here, and I am strong. I was not broken by you. I don’t know if that was your intentions in hurting me the way you did, but if it was, you failed.
    Then I would tell him of my son, and husband. I would tell him that hate was not harbored in me, but nor was love. I would assure him that most days I don’t think of him. I would assure him that the world has pretty much forgotten about him. Then I would shake the hand of a dead man and leave him where he belongs. In the past, as a ghost, because we all know the dead can’t talk, and the living never say what needs to be said anyway.

  2. Bloodyninja87

    If I could speak to anyone in my life who has died I would chose my cousin Chris. When I was a child he was like a big brother to me. His death came so untimely and unexpectedly and I was so young I couldn’t really comprehend what happened. I was probably only five or six when felt that he could no longer be in this world and committed suicide.
    If you were here now Chris and I could talk to you I would simply tell you that you didn’t have to go. You were loved and needed in this world and I wish that you were still here. I would tell you how much your death hurt me and Shane, but most of all it hurt mom, your Aunt Pip, who nearly nineteen years later still grieves for you. It hurt your son who never got a chance to know you. I still cry too because you’re no longer here to be my big brother.
    However most of all I want to know why? What made you hurt so bad that you felt the only way out was death? Why did you leave us here without you? Was it so bad that you couldn’t find a better way or was there no better way? I demanded to go to your funeral you know, even though I didn’t understand what it meant but they wouldn’t let me. After you’re death I kept seeing you everywhere, but then I realized my mind was playing tricks on me and you weren’t really coming back and that hurt the most.
    I love you as my brother and you are vary dear to me, Chris. I want you to know that no one can take your place in my heart. There will never be another you and someday, hopefully very far from now I know I’ll see you again. So please wait for me and mom and dad and Shane because we’ll always be waiting for you to come home, but you never will, will you?


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