Recently, I overheard a Mother and daughter in their last moments together at a regional airport. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, "I love
you, and I wish you enough."
 She in turn said, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough.
Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom." They kissed and she left to board her flight.
 She walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there, I
could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"
 "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?" I asked.
 "I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and
the reality is, the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said.
 "I am sorry." I said to her, but my curiousity was getting the best of me. I knew I shouldn't pry but I just had to know. I swallowed real hard and asked her, "When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.'
 "May I ask what does that means?"
  She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other
generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." She paused for a
moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, then she smiled
even more.
 "When we said 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to
have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them," she continued.
 Then, turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory. The words are forever burned in my memory and they are words I know I shall never forget.
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