In honor of breast cancer awareness month and in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer. Here is an angel sent to watch over you ...
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by Erma Bombeck

I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if
the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the "GOOD"
living room and worried much less about the dirt when
someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my
grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows
be rolled up on a summer day because my hair
had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted
like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children
and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while
watching television and more while watching life.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern
if I weren't there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it
was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to
last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy,
I'd have cherished every moment realizing that the
wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in
life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never
have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you" ... more
"I'm sorry"... but mostly, given another shot at life,
I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it... live it... and never give it back.

I would tell all my friends that I need and love
them and that my life would be empty without them!