When we lose a loved one, the tears we cry are the bitterest when we remember those hours when we loved not enough.
I remember all those promises I made to my grandma that I was going to go to Washington to see her, after she moved out there. I never did.
I never wrote her enough. Or consistently enough.
...and I'll never be able to make it up to her.
Similar feelings have always penetrated every loss that I have experienced.
Both grandpas. My grandma. Numerous pets.
I have tried to take these feelings of remorse and regret and turn them into something more pro-active, so I could be more involved in the lives my loved-ones that are left. I falter and I fail, but still I try.
Tell someone with whom you have lost touch how much you love them, today.
Tomorrow, you may not get the chance.
