If you had a time machine....

[octobermommy210]

Where would you go? And forget about the "butterfly effect". You can go to anytime and place and do whatever you want. I think I would go back to 1985 to warn my dad he would die in 10 yrs from alcoholism. And to tell 8 yr.old little me that everything is going to be ok. I was a fat kid who wad always depressed cuz my dad was an alcoholic and I had an abusive stepmom. So I would comfort little girl Christy and show her how beautiful her life is now!!

[WackadooMom]

I would go back to 1995 and tell myself to take advantage of going to college instead of partying too much and dropping out.

[shortcake82418]

I'd go to the 1800's and buy a house that would probably only cost like 70 dollars. Or maybe a hotel and be making money off it now lol.

[kyledavidsmom]

I would go back to 1988 when I was 11. And tell my dad I am sorry for not saying good-bye to him. He knew he was going to die and he tried to getting me to say good-bye to him. I refused to say it and left the hosiptal with my Aunt. Not even 3 hours later he finally let go. I have felt guily for the last 24 years. I wish I would have told him good-bye and that I loved him. I have always felt he died thinking I didn't care. 

[lnrmom]

I would go two places: back to 1995 and tell myself not to take the (what turned out to be) abusive bf back.

I'd also go back to the land rush days and stake out a big ole piece of property so my family could have property in the family for generations. :)

[FresshAir]

Forgive yourself, hun... If anything, your inability to say goodbye said that you loved him so much, you couldn't even face the possibility.  Your reaction was better than a goodbye; it was a show of love that could not be put into words.  He knew this... of course he did.  Don't think for a moment that he didn't. 

 

Quoting kyledavidsmom:

I would go back to 1988 when I was 11. And tell my dad I am sorry for not saying good-bye to him. He knew he was going to die and he tried to getting me to say good-bye to him. I refused to say it and left the hosiptal with my Aunt. Not even 3 hours later he finally let go. I have felt guily for the last 24 years. I wish I would have told him good-bye and that I loved him. I have always felt he died thinking I didn't care. 

[kyledavidsmom]

Thank You for the kinds words it means a lot. It is hard to let go cause I feel the same way with my brother's death. This happened in July 2009 he died of a heart attack at 38.

I had a dream my brother was going to die it scared me out of my skin. The next morning I told my husband and my neices they were teenagers. I told them about my dream it seemed so real. 2 days later at 6:30 am my mom pounds on my door. Said we need to get to the hospital now. On the way she told me what happened my brother was pronounced dead at the scene. He collapsed after his work shift was over. He died in Walmart in his twin brothers arms. That was how he died in my dream. So I blame myself for not saving him, I knew and I told and it came true. I will never forget the look on his face. He knew he was dying and was scared. Some thing I will live with for the rest of my life.

Quoting FresshAir:

Forgive yourself, hun... If anything, your inability to say goodbye said that you loved him so much, you couldn't even face the possibility.  Your reaction was better than a goodbye; it was a show of love that could not be put into words.  He knew this... of course he did.  Don't think for a moment that he didn't. 

Quoting kyledavidsmom:

I would go back to 1988 when I was 11. And tell my dad I am sorry for not saying good-bye to him. He knew he was going to die and he tried to getting me to say good-bye to him. I refused to say it and left the hosiptal with my Aunt. Not even 3 hours later he finally let go. I have felt guily for the last 24 years. I wish I would have told him good-bye and that I loved him. I have always felt he died thinking I didn't care. 

[countrymomma81]

I'd go back to about 8th grade. It was one of the best times of my life. I'd treasure friendships, be nicer, get my weight right so it wouldn't be so bad when I got older, take school way more seriously and just learn to have fun. 

[FresshAir]

I believe sometimes dreams are just dreams, but sometimes they can be messages.  You told the people that mattered, but not a single one of you could have prevented his death.  It's amazing how easy it is to blame ourselves for things that are far beyond our control, but understand this:  you could not have saved him.  Deep down, you have to know that.  It's natural to feel sad and to feel that there must have been something we could have done differently, but the truth is, unless you were his doctor, there was nothing you could have done. 

Be so very careful, you are taking on too much blame and it's not healthy.  Let me say this to you:  Pain is not the same as love; the pain is not your brother or your dad.  Do you know what I mean?  Let me say it another way... Letting the pain go does not mean you are letting them go, and holding on to pain is not the same as holding on to love.  Accepting the circumstances for what they really are and living a full, happy life does not mean you are ok with them being gone.  They want you to be happy; love them and miss them, and you can keep all the wonderful things they gave you alive inside you.  But you have spent far too much time being this sad.  Forgive yourself, let it go, set them free and make room for all the other wonderful things this life has to offer.  You CAN do this.

Quoting kyledavidsmom:

Thank You for the kinds words it means a lot. It is hard to let go cause I feel the same way with my brother's death. This happened in July 2009 he died of a heart attack at 38.

I had a dream my brother was going to die it scared me out of my skin. The next morning I told my husband and my neices they were teenagers. I told them about my dream it seemed so real. 2 days later at 6:30 am my mom pounds on my door. Said we need to get to the hospital now. On the way she told me what happened my brother was pronounced dead at the scene. He collapsed after his work shift was over. He died in Walmart in his twin brothers arms. That was how he died in my dream. So I blame myself for not saving him, I knew and I told and it came true. I will never forget the look on his face. He knew he was dying and was scared. Some thing I will live with for the rest of my life.

Quoting FresshAir:

Forgive yourself, hun... If anything, your inability to say goodbye said that you loved him so much, you couldn't even face the possibility.  Your reaction was better than a goodbye; it was a show of love that could not be put into words.  He knew this... of course he did.  Don't think for a moment that he didn't. 

 

Quoting kyledavidsmom:

I would go back to 1988 when I was 11. And tell my dad I am sorry for not saying good-bye to him. He knew he was going to die and he tried to getting me to say good-bye to him. I refused to say it and left the hosiptal with my Aunt. Not even 3 hours later he finally let go. I have felt guily for the last 24 years. I wish I would have told him good-bye and that I loved him. I have always felt he died thinking I didn't care. 

 

 

[coffeefairie]

I would go back and go to college with my best friend (my now fiancée) like we had planned instead of getting married.!

[ChancesMommy07]

I'd go back to June 15 2005 and go straight to the hospital when I felt like my little girl wasn't moving as much. I wouldn't have second guessed myself. Amber Dawn was fullterm stillborn on June 16, 2005 at 6:05 am.