I spend (probably too much) time,

thinking about how I could have been a better son/person to my parents, and wishing I could have spent more time with them, although I got many hours and days, talking with them, toward the end. And I realize that for some, if they were even WORSE than me,(if that's possible), and they DIDN'T get a chance to talk and spend time, a person could feel really rotten, and that's not fair. Just something about recalling parents that you really love(d), that's hard to get past. Been a year and a half now, and it's still tough. Some days definitely worse than others....

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