If I had to choose.....just one day

I would also choose the day I met my future husband.

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Apart from yearning for all the past years back, I'd probably choose a normal type day.
Perhaps one where my daughter gave me a "backy" on her bike, and we both fell off through laughing so much, when she was about 8 or 9.
Or, just lying on the sofa together, chatting and laughing.

Not sure I could choose just one. But the day dd phoned and sent a photo of her 8 week scan of first baby, after two miscarriages, inc. the 2nd where scan had revealed ‘no heartbeat’ would have to be high on the list.

This day 51 years ago I met my first husband so I'd go back to yesterday 51 years ago and cancel my plans and stay home! But then I'd have missed out on some very good things that happened much later and no thanks to the ex

To spend one last day with my daughter , who passed away nearly a year ago, although she had ill health all her life,she died as the result of an accident. I am still trying to come to terms with it.

Me too! I can’t envisage a day when I won’t be longing to have my DH back

I know the day and would love to change my choice I was too young to make that decision.

Lovesbach - we all made our decisions based on what we knew at the time, and thought that what we each chose was the best way to go

This is so true. I think we need to trust that whenever we make a choice we choose what we think is best based on the information, expertise and experience we have at the time. I know we may later know it was not as good a choice as it seemed at the time but to repeatedly punish ourselves must surely be damaging. I try to accept what cannot be changed and "forgive" my mistakes. I know I (and others) would never set out to make stupid choices so do my best to accept the errors and put them behind me.

I'm also of the school of thought that the great highs of life are only truly measurable against the lowest lows. I am grateful that I have survived the lowest low points and been lucky enough to have enjoyed the highs.

I feel truly blessed.

Just any day from the 54 years of marriage to my late DH. We had a very loving marriage and always said "I love you" before holding hands as we fell asleep.
Two and a half years on I still long for that touch and Nat King Cole makes me cry, DH loved his songs.

Thats an interesting idea Polly, a floating one. Some bad things float around in my head. Try to keep them at bay but I don't think they will ever disappear.

So sad for your loss. Don’t blame yourself 🌹🌸 xx

I would like to turn the clocks back to when I was 18 and getting married to my first husband because I wouldn’t turn up!!!

I’m so sorry 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

To go back to to a time when my children and family had sunday dinner together

I would like to go back about 6 weeks, on a Sunday and find out the truth about our dear friend and how sick she really was back then. I would have liked to have been able to hug her and have a dignified good bye together. She is close to gone now and we shall never see her again.

There are some really heart breaking posts on here.
Many days where I wish now I’d made different decisions but, and I’ve expressed this somewhere before, 12 hours from 2 days. Midday to midnight one Christmas Eve when I was a small girl and midnight to midday on Christmas Day when my children were small. If I can beg your indulgence, that is!

Nat King Cole every time

I think if I could choose just one day it would be a summertime day when my children were still children and life was full of play and giggles and no worries about "life".

I’d like to re-live the day I saw Margot Fonteyn and Rudolf Nureyev dance in Giselle at Covent Garden. There are several events of this type I’d like to experience again.

It would be the day I sorted out all my Mum’s family photos at her request. Boxes and albums full of them. Photos of myself as a baby and right through school, teenage years, wedding etc. it was fantastic seeing all of us through the years from tiny black and whites to polaroid and colour.

Mum told me to take whatever I wanted but I didn’t because I knew when she passed away they would come to me and I also felt they were still her property.

I copied maybe 10 to my computer and returned all the boxes to her.

Little did I know that when she passed away a family member went in and helped themself to whatever they wanted including our family life in photos over all those years. They also stole items that were left to me in Mum’s Will. The Police didn’t want to know so all the photos I have of my parents and myself total maybe 15. 😢

How I envy those whose choice of husband turned out right, because mine didn't - but we are still "married" 52 years later. That said, it hasn't all been bad, just not filled with love and not a lot of support from him. We've had plenty of ups and downs but all of the downs have been borne (and sorted) by me and he has virtually no recollection of them nor appreciation of the effort I made to resolve them. In short, he left all the bad stuff to me, like the five years of emotional effort in supporting our daughter with (and through) bulimia while he carried on his life as normal, not getting involved at all. It was a terribly lonely time for me, basically on my own. And so unfair. Not what I call a partnership. But things improved and said daughter obtained a good degree and job, married a lovely man, and has provided us with two wonderful grandchildren.

Two upcoming things will definitely be major highlights for me - if our second daughter's efforts at IVF are successful (and we might know tonight!!) and if my recent cancer treatment has worked (six weeks before I will know). If both work out I will feel I am the luckiest woman on earth.

The day I saw my first grandchild as a newborn. I fell in love .
The day my parents came to my first flat after I married, I have a picture of them together both laughing. They later divorced after my mother Walked out on my father after 25 years of marriage.

The day I had a terrible reaction to something.

I’ve just read some of the posts and find myself so very sad and emotional. I’ve got so many lovely times I would like to repeat it’s difficult to choose. I cant go back but my memories will be with me forever