If I could keep time in a bottle I would have given it to my mom who was not ready to die, had so much more she wanted to do, and would have given anything to have more time. In contrast, my dad was more than ready and willing to go because my mom was no longer here and what he desired more than anything else was more time with her. He was never able to fill that gaping void in his heart that she left when she died. I was the one who wanted time in a bottle to spend more time with him!
When I look at my kids I wish I had time in bottles so that I could enjoy their being little longer. I hate the thought of them growing up. It seems only yesterday they were babies and now they are both in school. Before I know which end is up they will have grown, transformed into adults, and be off to discover the world and live their own lives as they should.