Fotze, my Dad’s death haunts me every day. We had a couple of weeks to prepare. Did I say enough to him? Did I spend enough time?
Got a call from my Mom that the end was near and I raced there from the Costco. He and I cried, had a pretty good talk. I wish I had done more. He was around for a couple more weeks after that. I know I did ok, but I still torture myself with questions of me doing and saying enough.
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