Regrets

"Regrets collect like old friends... here to relive your darkest moments."

I regret not telling my mom good-bye the day before she died.

I regret knowing it was the last time I'd see her, and not kissing her and telling her I love her.

I regret being afraid of her death.

I regret not advocating for her when I visited and saw her health deteriorating.

I regret not getting her flannel shirt from the bags of clothes destined for the thrift store.

I regret not begging her to stay one more day when she left me in Nebraska; I regret wanting to be an adult.

So many more regrets....

I wish I could get this devil off my back.