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There was a day where I couldn't sleep as usual and was up late at my grandparents house. My dad lived with them and my sister and I stayed there on school holidays. My gramps had insomnia too, and would get up the night to have a cup of tea and do a crossword. I was usually writing or watching TV. Usually both.
One night we both had a cup of tea and talked. He told me about his parents, his family. His dad was a postman, his mum died of breast cancer, he told me stuff even my dad didn't know.
If I could relive a day it would be that one. So I can remember more, ask him more.
He died when I was in my 20s. Dementia had taken him ten years before that though. He made staying at with my dad bearable. Dad was always in the pub, but my gramps would take us to the library, the community centre, look after us if we were sick.
He was still in touch with my mum and her siblings after the divorce cause he was just that kinda guy. He did half the gardening on the street because he'd worked his entire life after the war ended and struggled with retirement.
I hope he's proud of me. I know he'd love my wife, they have a lot in common, he'd love my kids too, he was a great grandad.
I'm nearly 40 (this week actually) and I still miss him.
Ren, I’m in my sixties and I still miss my grandmother every single day. She died four days before her 80th birthday after she tripped on a sidewalk, broke her hip, and contracted hospital pneumonia. My grandfather lived for another 11 miserable years.
The day I got to hear my sister sing for the first time. I've been nearly completely deaf since birth and got hearing aids--don't use them much, I find it overstimulating--but I used them to hear Natasha sing and it was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.
A bit of a sad answer,the day my mother passed.I was with her but wished I could have done more
You were at her side...and obviously cared deeply about her....I am sure you did everything you could...we all feel regrets and wish things could have been different. Think back to the happy times. Talks and laughter shared, and that will help you going forward ...
The day my brother went into a coma ( died a week later in said coma) so I could prevent him for leaving my side and go for a run that would be his last
I feel your pain...the If Only days are the worst to go through...Trust me,it will get better...takes time,but it will...concentrate more on the good times you had to-gether and less on what could have been...
My kids are grown up and living their own life...so I can concentrate on my rescued dogs...not so much the day these abused beings arrive,but the first wag of a tail,the first kiss,the first time a head is laid in my lap and the day I call their name and they come running up to me,wagging tails and silly grins on their faces...that is happiness !!
The days where my kids were happiest and felt the safest.
I was answering the question but my dumbass wasn't paying attention
My wedding. We had so much fun with all our family and friends.
...but you still have the photos and hopefully a good marriage...
I meet a girl i Starbucks i New york. Turn out she also was a tourist. We spend the day together.
My adoption.
I was in fostercare since I was six. When I was eight, I moved into my now adopted parents with my two younger brothers.
Before then, I was passed from family to family because of my blindness. So the day i was adopted (12 yrs old) I finally didn't t to worry about where I was going next.
And also there was star wars characters at the courthouse. :)
Jan 19th 2018. I was on the porch of a rental on the Oregon coast, when a huge rogue wave hit. I was one of 6 people that was swept away out to sea. 4 of those people died. I technically drowned, but somehow washed up on shore and was revived. I am so thankful to be alive, but the beautiful coast, and pretty much any other beach is ruined for me. I will never be able to enjoy it again. I can't enjoy my son exploring the beach. I went to a beach wedding and had to leave. The PTSD was/is horrible on other levels too. I can't stand the sound of being under water, and watching any scene on tv or movies when someone is possibly drowning send me into a panic attack. I wish that I could go back and not be on the beach that day.
The day I got my saxophone. When I didn’t know what a reed was.
How long have you been playing? The saxophone is a beautiful instrument. I’m especially fond of Stan Getz’s “Jazz Samba” album.
The day I met my love interest. Back when I didn't know she had a boyfriend and when I didn't know what we would be like in the future. She's an eighth grader, I'm a seventh. She lives right next to me, and comes over to our house a lot. Especially over the summer, when we were actually good friends. She would talk to me and do things with me. But then when school started again, she just drifted away from me. My best guess is that she would be judged for hanging out with a seventh grader. I just want my friend back. I just want to relive what it felt like to be good friends with her again.
After middle school, summer before grade 9, all of my friends were gone. We didn't speak or hang out anymore. I never asked why and they never said another word to me. I wish I could, as well, go back to then and hug them again. They all have children now, one has passed, I miss them.
The day my mom kicked my step dad out of the house. I'd tell her to not let him back in this time except to collect his stuff. He's still here... abusive and manipulative as ever.
I feel for you! My stepfather raped me throughout my entire adolescence, and the fact he’s now in a home and my mother never visits him brings me a small bit of solace when thinking that he might have moments of clarity during which he finds out he’s not worth visiting.
March 1st!!! I told my best friend that I liked him in kinda an FML mood and he said he liked me. Its been 2 months 2 days. Thanks to him, I stopped self-harming and learned to manage anxiety. Thanks, Jamie. Thanks for everything.❤
Most days when I'm traveling abroad, that's when I'm usually the happiest.
Travelling is wonderful...but I am not talking about staying at a beach-resort and the only contact is with the locals pouring your drink or changing your towels in your room...No,sitting in the jungle playing Bingo with a lot of laughing,smart-a*s locals...or having a young Criole sing you a love song in your own language (having learnt it working as a crew member on a ship flying your flag) because you did him a favour. Taking part in a Fiesta dancing down the street in the Philippines and after join the search for Ulags missing teeth (´we found them embedded in a coconut) or joining the crowd in Trinidad wearing a silly costume and getting drunk on Punchion Rum in the Carnival while the Pan bands plays at ear-splitting noise levels...That is travels at it best !!
Luckily I'm not the only one thinking of a sad day. I would like a re-do of the day my son was stillborn.
I would like to do it "better". Hold him longer, be able to look at him right away (I had a panic attack or something like that at first), take pictures and actually take good pictures. Be able to have that photographer come.
I know we did our best in our situation, it's not like you ever plan for something like that to happen... But I have so many regrets now, so many things I wish I would have done. It will be his second heavenly birthday in two days. In a few minutes it will be his little sisters first birthday
Back in the mid 90s. We were hiking through Mt Edizza park. About halfway through one of the party injured their leg so we had to stay put for a day. It was very foggy with a light drizzle. I went off on my own for a hike. Could not see more than 10m at most. The area was fairly flat with wierd lava pillars sticking up in the mist. I stopped at one point among the lava. No sound but a gentle wind and the rain pattering my rain hood. Probably the happiest I've ever been.
The day I finally got my first bird. He is a gorgeous budgie and we will live many happy years to come ❤️
Also the first time I held a macaw - the beginning of my lifelong addiction!
I would love to go and have thanksgiving with my grandfather again.. he died a few days after and it left me heartbroken. I would love to eat turkey with him and eat multiple cupcakes together :(
Grandparents can be so wonderful! I’m 66 years old and I don’t go a day without thinking of them. After my grandmother died, my grandfather gave me her wedding ring, which I have taken off only when medically necessary. They were married during the Great Depression and all he could afford was a very slim white gold band with small /-marks on the side. It’s my most precious belonging!
Today was awesome!!!
March 2020, the day of my engagement dinner party. My parents lived across the globe. Due to the pandemic, my parents couldn't fly out to attend my wedding. We had to alter our wedding to a Zoom wedding, which my parents were able to attend. Little did I know March 2020 would be the last month I saw my father in person.
June 23rd, 2001. Sixteen years old. Eating a cherry Jolly Rancher sucker. He pulls up in his grandma's blue Buick. Tool's Aenema is on the radio. He asks if he can kiss me. I bite down and there's blood.
It was my first kiss. We have three kids and are still together.
I would love to relive when I was in 5th grade. Not a care in the world, Didn't know about all the awful things happening. I'd do anything to be in 5th grade again, living a wonderful stress free, carefree life...
I’m so sorry. My life also took a deep dive when I was in the sixth grade, but the vast depth of time that has passed and many of the experiences I’ve had since then have helped enormously.
I wish i can go back to Feb. 15th 2013. That's went i met me ex girl for the first time after long distance dating. Thru the years i was not the best to her. She is an absolute gem and i wish i can relive every day since that. Till this day, i still love her and hope that she is doing well. I miss you KMK
My daughters wedding. It was perfect. Even the weather (March) was warm and sunny.
El día en que me mudé a donde vivo actualmente, vine para empezar el i stituto y lo reviviría de nuevo, sin cambiar nada, sólo verlo otra vez.
Allow me to translate: "The day I moved to where I currently live, I came to start the i stituto and would relive it again, without changing anything, just seeing it again."
Not a specific day, but the summer I turned 15. My stepfather raised me for that 15 years and we drifted apart during that summer. I would go back and tell him that I appreciate everything he had done for me and that I never want to drift apart. Now 9 1/2 years later... he is a stranger and it is as if I was never in his life. He taught me everything and now he is nothing (on his account though I never got an explanation, I was a kid and he was the adult).
It will take heaps of courage to reach out to him but do. If he blanks you, it'll hurt and you'll wonder why you listened to some stranger on BP. But if he doesn't... You care for him. There's a tenderness there with no recriminations. You would have every right to feel aggrieved. Instead you just want to say thanks. If I were your step-dad and reading this my heart would soar with pride. Your step-dad has helped to create what is a decent human being: you 😇 Reach out to him and if it's a nope, live your life knowing you my friend are the better person. Life will not short-change you. I'm certain of it. And if it's a yes, may it be the reunion you have dreamt of.
My last day with my dad. He was fairly healthy and should have lived longer than he did. I spent time with him two days before he passed away. A tree fell on him.
Without a shadow of a doubt the birth of my daughter. Cliché but I don't care. Birth is god damn miracle and every woman who is a mother or wants to be a mother is nothing less than a godess. Through all of the fear and pain hands down best day of my life 🥰
(30 something now)- the days I had in high school->early college years hanging out with my best friend. I moved away 10 years ago and I miss her and the time we shared everyday. Whether we got into shenanigans or just existed together she will always have a very special place in my heart and my memories.
My parents wedding! It was the best!
How old were they, how old were you, and how long have they been married?
That night when I was 17yrs old and the neighbor girl (also 17) hit on me and I completely missed it. Like complete left field miss.
I was extremely heavy, very shy, been abused by an alcoholic step father because I wasn't his and had been teased a lot in Jr High by the "pretty Girls."
I wish I could go back to that one Early Summer's night in OR again. She was gorgeous both inside and out, and liked me for me.
We went to a rage room and destroyed stuff, and a pinball tournament the same day I bought a collection of angry birds stuffed animals. It was super fun, would do it again in a heartbeat.
The day me any my girlfriend got to spend an entire day together, no interruptions, no people to ruin it. Just us two having fun, loving eachother. That was my favorite day; to see her laugh and smile so genuinely so much.
My dad died almost 5yrs ago. I wish I could go back to any one day in the months before, and urge him to see a cardiologist.
The day I chose a new love interest during my first year of Uni instead of staying with the guy I was dating. That was 45 years ago....I still regret it.
22 August 2009 when we brought home our 6 week old rescue puppy. We lost him two days ago. I’d love to have those years all over again, but that first day changed our lives https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=5292124044188376&id=398340403566789&viewer=398340403566789&m_entstream_source=timeline&paipv=1
Rescuing a little being that otherwise would have a life full of pain and cruelty is one of the best things you can do. You had 13 years of unconditional love and it is SO hard to say goodbye...I have had rescues for 50+ years,some stay well into old age,love the oldies...and others just a few years or months...a heartbreak,but also rewarding knowing you did a huge difference in the life of an abused pup.
Hmm. I think the day I would relive is when I slipped on ice (or something, it was late and I was tired) and cut my face. I would relive it to make sure that didn't happen.
Yesterday
I was snorkeling at a really pretty beach and I was following some fish and under me swims this huge turtle with what seems to be perfectly placed barnacles, I didn't know what to think, it was amazing and I felt so at peace.
Would definitely want to relive that moment 100x.
Really weird, but, the day my dad disowned me. He was something.. not great. Seriously one of the biggest victories I ever felt. It was funny as hell too, for some reason.
The day I finally asked my wife-to-be out on a date. My best friend was supposed to pick me up from work, but he got in a fender-bender and was unable to come. So, I had to wait a couple of hours for my roommate to get off work to take me home - that is, until this girl that I really liked was going to her lunch hour. When I told her what happened, she offered to give me a ride. When she dropped me off I offered to have her come in and meet my pet ferrets. She liked them, and was about to leave when I told her that our local goth club was having an 80's night and I was wondering if she would like to go. She asked for a good reason why and I said that I would be there. She said yes and I gave her a hug for the ride. The date was magical. We danced until the club closed, then went out for late-night breakfast, and finished off the date watching the sun rise at the beach where I finally kissed her. We were married less than three months later...
the day i went scuba diving for the first time. it was in the caribbean. it was amazingly beautiful to discover this world that was always there but hidden.
The day before my Dad died if I'd have known it was his last day I would've went fishing with him and stayed there until he passed. Instead of letting him die in a nursing home alone.
can i relive a part of a day? this morning. i miss it and its only been about 15 mins since it stopped but the ex i've been missing held my hand this morning. and i nearly cried i was so happy. i missed it so much
June 18th, 2003. I was 15 and so was he. We were each other's best friends/first loves. He called me that morning to tell me good morning and I was still sleeping. I answered the phone all groggy and he just laughed at me and told me to go back to sleep and call me when I woke up. He was always so chipper and full of life.
I got up and got busy doing chores and what not. Little did I know that was the last time I would ever hear his voice.
He had a firearm accident that day and the next time the phone rang it was his grandmother telling me he didn't make it.
It's been almost 19yrs now. He's been gone longer than he was ever alive. I'm still not okay, I can still hear his voice from that morning.
I would give anything to go back and just stay on the phone with him. To wake up and talk. To have some of those long conversations we use to have. To refuse to say goodbye or get off of the phone.
I am married now with a wonderful husband and 4 kids, but I still miss him terribly.
The last day I had with my grandpa.
We had dinner together with my grandparents and everything seemed fine. The night after that he died at 3am. I still miss him a lot and I still can't believe he's gone, even though he's been gone for over 3 years now.
I'd like to see him one last time, tell him how much I love him and make a voice-memo of him, because the voice is the first thing you forget.
I sold stuff at a market. It would be the most social thing since the pandemic happened and my anxiety was at an all time high. Everything went fine and I was on cloud nine. Met a guy and he was so nice. Fortunately we took the same train home. We continued talking and I told him it would be great if we could talk a little longer. We went to his place. The night was amazing and the morning was rushed. There was not enough time to gather my thoughts. There is so much more I want to tell him but I was too scared to ask for his number. He has mine and I hope I'll hear from him again
I didn't tell him that his mannerisms match mine. That it was nice to meet someone who does the same stupid little things, like saying "hello" over and over again. I don't know if it was the familiarity or something else but after shitty things and (not pandemic related) shitty years it was the first time I felt safe around a man. I totally forgot about that feeling
I would've said my wedding day, just to remember it in more detail and savor it better. My Grammy and Aunt were both there and have passed away since, also. But then again, I don't know if it would feel the same reliving it a second time as it did the first, so maybe it's ok as is <3
I would've said my wedding day, just to remember it in more detail and savor it better. My Grammy and Aunt were both there and have passed away since, also. But then again, I don't know if it would feel the same reliving it a second time as it did the first, so maybe it's ok as is <3
