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I would bring back my Son, back Home

we would be at home talking like always, laughing and I would tell him how much I love him and hug and kiss him, and never let go.

None, All of the people i have lost have died from suicide. I would never want to bring them back because of the pain that lead them to take their lives. Their is no point in bringing them back into this world that caused them so much pain. I wouldn't want to bring them back just to have to see them fall out of my grasp once more. Especially when i tried so hard to save them the first time and failed so tremendously.

She has 20 grandchildren today.

I would bring back my mama. I would take her to Colombia, where she was born. I would take her home. She never felt as though she belonged here, even after 8 children and 40 years.

I would sing to her, she always loved that, and I would gather all of my brothers and sisters there, as she was always the happiest when her babies were together.

I would just want for her to have what she always wanted, her babies and her home. And we would dance and dance.

I would tell her that we were okay, and show her her 19 grandchildren. I would tell her how much I missed her, how every day I wish I could call and hear her voice. I would ask for her to tell me the story of her most important saint, the one she used to tell when we were little. I would ask her how to make my rice as fluffy as hers, and how to know when the palomilla empanzada was cooked without checking it once. I would ask her if she was proud I was her daughter.

It would be a moment I would never want to end.

Until six months ago, my answer to your question would be this:

I would love to bring back my Grandfathers, one of whom I have never met, and the other passed when I was four years old. I would like to get to know them, particularly my paternal grandfather. He was actively involved in many aspects of local community and politics for many years, and most of what I know of him, I have been told by complete strangers with fond memories.



Perhaps I would bring back my wonderful dog, who many people understood was not really a dog at all, just a very wise person in the body of a dog. After a fire at my house, she left me staying with family further down the road, and tried to come home to protect my house while I wasn't there. I would like to bring her back, to before the fire, and save her from the agony she must have felt that night.



Now, I have lost my only child, a beautiful little girl, who had to be born at 24 weeks, due to complications in my pregnancy. My answer has changed.

If I could, I would bring my little girl back. Not now though, I would like to meet her when she is a little older, and we could talk. I would like to hold her as she meets her brothers or sisters, if I am lucky enough to have more children. More than anything, I would like to have one moment with my family together, and take a picture, to remember that we were a complete family, even if only for that one, precious moment.

I would without question bring my daughter Shelby back home, and we would reunite in my kitchen, eat my famous double chocolate cheesecake (her favorite) and I' 'd hug and kiss her, never let her go out of my sight again.



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I would without question bring my daughter Shelby back home, and we would reunite in my kitchen, eat my famous double chocolate cheesecake (her favorite) and I' 'd hug and kiss her, never let her go out of my sight again.



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I would bring back my husband, he was so sweet and never fought with me or disagreed on anything. He was so mellow. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. That's what I would do, and cherish every moment together. His laughter was so loud and hardy I loved it when he laughed. He would exchange my car every year. I didn't have no care in the world with him taking care of every need. All I did was watch our little girl , and take care of the household, meals, groceries. It was heaven and I miss him so much. God broke the mold the day he passed.

When I think about it,my Mother comes to mind.After 28 years,she has come back.I would want to hold her tight and my heart would be beating so fast,we both would have to sit down.

I would show mom pictures of her grandchildren and great also.Mom would want to know if our farm was still being used for farming and live stock.And then she would want to go see it.

We would stop for lunch,she loved going to lunch and shop all day.I would take her to visit her daughter,Becky my sister.The three of us would go to amish country and have coffee and home made pie heated with icecream.Mom would be so happy it would be like she never left. We would take her to see the church she taught Sunday School for 25 years.We would head back to Becky's and call the others in the area ask to meet us at Cracker Berrel for Diner.Our visit would go fast, cause everyone would talk at once.

Soon Mom would say,honey I better be getting home,Dad will be worried it's getting late.I would leave my sisters and take mom home.

I wasn't ready to let mom go,I felt like I didn't have her long enough.I live on the memories we made and look forward that someday when the time is right I will see her again.

I would like to talk to my Dad and older brother. Ihave reason to believe they both had a manic-depressive mood disorder. At one time in their lives they told me they didn't know why they did or said the things they did. They never hit anyone but could be verbally abusive with really quick tempers. I know they both wondered what made them that way. Now this disorder is better understood and I could explain it to them. They both had such unhappy lives. I could tell them I loved them anyway and the things that were good about them. And there were some good things and good times when my brother was young before the desease got bad. My dad had some good traits to. When he felt good he had the greatest sense of humor. This was back when this was not understood and no antidepressants were available.

I would like to talk to my Dad and older brother. Ihave reason to believe they both had a manic-depressive mood disorder. At one time in their lives they told me they didn't know why they did or said the things they did. They never hit anyone but could be verbally abusive with really quick tempers. I know they both wondered what made them that way. Now this disorder is better understood and I could explain it to them. They both had such unhappy lives. I could tell them I loved them anyway and the things that were good about them. And there were some good things and good times when my brother was young before the desease got bad. My dad had some good traits to. When he felt good he had the greatest sense of humor. This was back when this was not understood and no antidepressants were available.

There are several people that I would bring back. First, my mom so that we could laugh together and go to a jazz jam session. Next, my best friend, Frankie, so that we could get dressed up and go out to hear some music and laugh. I loved her laugh and India Arie's laugh on the song "Video" reminds me of it. I have a tape with my mom's voice and laughter at a jazz session. Next, Fast Larry...so that I could see and hear him stand up on a Sunday sipping his wine and reading from the bible. He was just so special. And finally, Billie "Terrible" Grey, my step-father, and jazz bassist, so that I could hear him tell me again, "Just remember, Bump, you are the Charlie Parker of the sh--t and then begin to spout out a rhyming story from memory. I have had such special people in my life. And of course, we would all have to meet on Haight Street and walk down to Golden Gate park in San Francisco. Those were the days of love, peace, and happiness, the flower children and people walking in the peace march, and Jimbo's Bop City.

My mom. I'd ask her why she wasn't injterested in me enough to keep on living. I was just a little kid. Why did she have to do that? She died on me, I don't think it was suicide, but it may have been. I just wish I could tell her, I don't care, I love her anyway, and I wish she were still around. Even though she'd probably be bumming money off me. I wish.

Who would you bring back?

My mother





Where would you want to have your "reunion?"

I really don't know about that one. Probably somewhere in the mountains or at 7-Falls. My mom loved the mountains, it's what her tell my Dad that she is never moving again and buying a house. My father did just that. We used to go driving or hiking any chance we could as a family. My mom wasn't much a hiker but she didn't care because it was the mountains and with her kiddos and husband!





What would you want to accomplish with them?

Letting her know that I'm 26 years old, living on my own, paying all of my bills, being completely indepndant, and going back to school.. it's what she would have wanted atleast from me. I was always dependent on her 'cause she'd always stick up for me when I wouldn't or couldn't for myself. That would be my biggest accomplishment with her.





What would you talk to them about? show them? tell them? ask them? do with them?

Psh, I would tell her about anything and everything. It's been eight years now. I would show her all of Colorado Springs, since it's grown a lot since she passed. I probably wouldn't say much about my Dad since he didn't keep his end of the deal but I'm sure she would know anyways. I would have my mom's first born *from her previous marriage* to come in so they can meet each other and she would know what a great lady her daughter has become *LONG story about her daughter* and that things aren't the greatest, she still has three daughters that love and miss her dearly and wishes she was still here with us.





What about your reunion would make your story especially interesting to others?

As I said, I would have my older sister so she can meet her mother since she hasn't seen her in over 17 years and my other older sister *My Dad's daughter from a previous marriage* since my mom loved her as her own even though she didn't grow up with my younger sisters and I. She would have the chance to meet my niece and nephew, and her other niece and nephews.. the kids I haven't even met. My mom always wanted all of us together and/or close.. all five of us!!



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Tammy

I would resurrect my paternal grandparents. They were my second parents. The best times of my life were spent with them: the vacations so memorable that I can still remember details from when I was just 4, the holidays, the fact that they made sure that me and my brother got everything we needed. My grandma and grandpa went out of their way to make not just me happy but everyone around them. By the turnouts at their funerals it was obvious that they were well adored and I will cherish the memories of them forever. The end of their lives were spent in pain. My grandpa had a severe stroke and had a 99% chance of dying yet he surprised everyone the next hour when he turned to the doctor and told him not to let me cry. He struggled for 5 years and passed away surounded by his family. My grandma slipped into a coma after several mini-strokes and died peacefully in her sleep. They died on the exact same day 11 years apart. It was said at my grandma's funeral that my grandpa chose that day to come and get her to take with him.

I believe the reunion would be at their house, which is now my dad's house, soon to be my own family's home. I would like to give them some peaceful time away from the pain that they lived through at the end. I would just want to hug them and tell them I miss them and show my grandma how much her great-granddaughter looks like her.

The One I would bring back would be my Father. I would want him to walk me down the Aisle, and be able to see and spoil his Great Granddaughter. I know he would be so proud of her. I would like for him to see her and love her. i would also have him work on my car for me. I miss him the most of the loved ones that I have lost.

WOW! I am really blown away by these. Each of you has such a different take on what and why. Highwaters... taking your mom dancing because that is what she loved to do... that's amazing.... A... talking to your elder, just talking as you have been working on your mandarin. that's amazing. you guys amaze me on a daily basis.

WOW! I am really blown away by these. Each of you has such a different take on what and why. Highwaters... taking your mom dancing because that is what she loved to do... that's amazing.... A... talking to your elder, just talking as you have been working on your mandarin. that's amazing. you guys amaze me on a daily basis.

I would bring back my step-mom. She was more of a mom to me than my "real" mom was. She committed suicide about 9 years ago, and I still miss her every single day. I would want to go to the zoo with her and watch the elephants. They were her favorite because, she said, they looked so intelligent and kind. I'd tell her about my boys and my brother (her son) and how much we all miss her. I'd tell her how sorry I am that I didn't know how sad she was and that I wasn't smart enough to call someone, ANYONE, when she told me that "It wasn't a good time right now" when I called. She'd never once in the 20+ years she was my mom said that it wasn't a good time to talk on the phone with me. I thought the movers were there to help her unload. An hour later, my dad called and told me she was gone. Poof. I should have known something was wrong. I'm so sorry.

My mother. without a second thought, it would be her. Of all places I would love to be with her, I would say Singapore. I remember days when she would tell me how much she wanted to visit singapore, and that always stuck to my mind, and I made a promise to myself to finish school and take her there one day. She passed away in my second year of university, before I had that chance. I would thank her for all the sacrifices she made, and for the days she walked home from work in the heat, though she was not well, just so she could give me money to spend at school. I would thank her for the days she pretended to not be sick, just so I should not worry, and the days she let me help, because that made me a much stronger person than i ever thought i could be. I would thank her for the days she shouted at me and punished me, because that shaped me and moulded my character, and I would not have been where I am if not for her. I would thank her for the pep talks, because they taught me to believe in myself and have confidence to stand tall. I would say thank you, mom, for all your weaknesses and your strengths because for being exactly that, it made me be exactly who I am today, and I couldn't possibly be more grateful, or proud of you. You led a tough life, and the world was harsh, sometimes unforgiving, but you never compromised the beautiful person that you were, and you were a great mother to me and my sister. Thank you for that, and you're never far off my thoughts, because i see you in everything I do. Thank you for your life, which was bigger than you could have thought, because you not only raised two daughters, but your love has lived on and made us to be the amazing women you always wanted them to be. Thank you for my sister, who continues to inspire each and everyday, teaching and showing me the joy of unconditional love. I am proud of you, and if I can be half the woman and mother you were, I know I will have made you proud.

i wish you could bring loved one back i miss my dauhter very much

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Much as I miss my late father and my late grandmother, I don't wish to bring them back because the years since they died have shown me that there was actually no unfinished business between me and those two wonderful people.



I would bring back two people if I could. The person I still consider to be the love of my life, who died in 2003. And my "China" grandfather (mother's father), because I've been working on my Mandarin and Cantonese, and really regret that I was only able to speak to him in English when he was alive. He was a great reader (8,000 books), and was said to have been extraordinarily literate in classical Chinese.

I would bring my mom back. I would love to spend one more Saturday taking her to every yard sale we can find. But only if I knew she wouldnt be suffering like she did the past few years she was alive. I would love for her to see how my daughters have grown-up, and that I now own my business. She would be so proud of us all, and we miss her so badly.

i would bring back my dear nanna who was so wonderful and sweet and was the best....and i would have my reunion at my home so we could all feel comfortable and happy....i would love to accomplish with her alot of things just to be able to cuddle her and give her a big kiss as she passed away in a nursing home and the day before she passed i was meant to go and see her but couldnt so i was going the next day but she passed awau in the middle of the night so i never got to say good bye to her and that hurts me so much and i am crying as i write this.....i would show her all of the things i have done and the home i have bought, and also for her to meet her grandchildren as she passed away before i had my first child so they never met her which make me sad as well, i would tell her i love her and have missed her so much and want her back in my life she is always in my heart where ever i go....



i dont know if my reunion would be interesting but all that matters is that it is a fun and loving time with the person that you love that has passed away, and also to have my poppy there as well who i never got to met as he had passed away before i was born and to have my nanna and poppy back together in each others arms would be a perfect thing to experience and for me to also meet him as well......

i would like to see my boyfriend again. he died about 5 months ago. i don't know where we would go or what we would do, because he was always spontaneous.. you never knew what you'd be doing by the end of the day. i wouldn't ask him many questions, i would just want to bathe in his presence, and drink it in. and i would try my hardest not to cry. the only thing i would really want to accomplish is some kind of goodbye.

I would bring back my grandma--my mom's mom. I was 12 when she died.



I think I would like to have our reunion in Washington DC. I could show her the Smithsonian museums. She was a teacher and never left the little town where I grew up once she settled there in her 20's. I'm sure she would love Washington.



I would ask her if she was proud of me, of how I grew up. She was deaf by the time I was born, and just having a conversation with her would be wonderful. I used to have to write notes to communicate with her and she was always so proud of my "beautiful penmanship" as she called it.



She was a tiny little lady only 4'9" with a hunchback from osteoporosis. She had curly white hair and wore glasses and orthopedic shoes, and her hearing aid had a box attached by a wire to the ear piece and she kept the box in her pocket. Isn't it amazing the things you remember?



She only had a teacher's pension and couldn't buy me big presents, but I remember her so much more than any present she could have given me. I loved her very much.

Id bring back my paternal grandma. I was her pick and we were very close.

I would most likely bring back my older brother, who died in accidental suicide playing russian roulette when he was 12 and I was 8.



Where at? Well, in the sense of irony, I guess in my dad's log cabin that he built, because that's where my brother was shot in the head.



Who knows what I'd want to accomplish; we'd chatter about my life and the sister's life (especially sis' kids!), maybe about what we would've done and accomplished (or not) if he were around.



I'd definitely show him my creative endeavors! At some point I'd feel obligated to let him know how traumatic it was to all of us, his leaving, and how much we missed him. How we always knew he was awesome, but to have complete strangers in town come to his funeral recalling "that one nice boy who raked my leaves one day" was utterly epic. Let him know how appreciative the anonymous receiver of his heart was, and how that same man wrote to us for nearly seven years to show his thanks. How despite how longs it's now been he's always kind of been there with us, for us, helping us through those teeth-grinding times.



Our reunion wouldn't be all that interesting to anyone else, and I wouldn't expect it to be, he was my brother, and a son. He was as fun and happy and loving as I would almost expect an angel...lol, and as naughty as any kind-hearted devil you could imagine!

Great answer! Nothing is ever too long!

JW