The Wrong Ticket

I bought the wrong ticket
But how was I to know
The darkness of depression
had dulled my senses
hampering my ability to hear
the urgency in his voice
“Come see me,” he said
I didn’t know he meant
“Come right away; I’m dying”
Two weeks was too long
and has become a lifetime
of regret
The prompt at dVerse Poets Pub for Tuesday was to write about a mistake.
Not seeing my dad before he died is one mistake I can never forget or undo.

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
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9 Responses to The Wrong Ticket

  1. C.C. says:

    Very powerful, Linda. I second what Walter said! And, thank you for joining in and writing such a vulnerable response to the prompt 🙂

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  2. Sadly, this admission stings painfully. But a lifetime of love does not come undone in one error of judgement! Carry the good memories in your heart, Linda.

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  3. i can certainly relate
    as i was too depressed
    to the point of total
    incapacitation for
    66 months to
    travel to see either
    my Father or Step
    Father then.. fortunately
    i got well just in the nick
    of time to see both of them
    before they suddenly dropped
    dead.. so yeah.. i can sure feel
    your pain for not being able to be
    tHere but in liFE tHere is the dARk
    that not all can either relate to
    or understand.. mY friend
    and thaT iS truLy wHeRe
    the Unconditional
    Fearless Love as
    related by the
    Role Model
    Jesus comes
    in.. to forgive
    oneself too..
    as others now
    and move on
    to Love more..
    truly liFe is too short
    to not listen to everyone
    dArk and liGht or delete anyone
    out of anyone’s liFE when FReED
    WitH Fearless Love but that ma’m
    takes work hard God work for hUmaNoW…:)


  4. So sad when it happens… so sad when we do not understand the small signals… I can regret that my mother started dying in dementia too long ago, and now it’s too late, since parts of her is gone.

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  5. This must have been difficult for you to write. I am glad you chose to share it.

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  6. Beautifully written.

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  7. This piece goes to the heart. Many of live with regrets, but strength comes in learning how to live with them and not let them take over our lives.

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  8. Grace says:

    This strikes at me deeply as it happened to my husband and until now, he has regrets on not visiting his father before he had a heart attack ~ Good one Linda ~

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  9. This made me want to cry for you. I think you’ve mentioned it before. I can’t help but hope/wish for you to be able to know that somehow, in God’s plan, it’s okay and he (your loved one) understands.

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