When someone passes away there seems to be a lot of questions. The first question is when? The second question is how? Then the barrage of “what it means” questions happen: Was it too soon? Was it too late? Did he suffer? Did she know I loved her? Did I get to say goodbye? Did I say everything I wanted to say?
Sometimes you feel you did enough. You remember the good, and forget the bad. You remember the smiles, and forget the tears. Sometimes you are satisfied.
Sometimes you think there was plenty of time. You put off the phone call or the visit. You were busy. You had things to do. There was always tomorrow — until one day, tomorrow was too late. Then you realized, you didn’t have it, didn’t get it, and you missed it. Will there be regret?
Will you be satisfied with your rememberings? Or will you want to forget that you were too busy, too tired, or just not in the mood to have that visit, to have that conversation, to just be with her one more time before you can’t be with him anymore?
My want is that you are satisfied.
But I still wonder for myself and for you.
Until next time,