I wish:
I hugged her one more time.
told her I love her one more time.
knew for certain that she wasn’t afraid to die.
recorded our phone conversation just once – they were hilarious.
visited her more between returning home from traveling and when she died.
stayed a little longer on Easter, that was the last day, I saw her alive at home.
The hardest in retrospect is that she knew she was going to die, but I didn’t. It caught me by surprise.
The funeral didn’t affect me much. I knew that was only her body in the casket, not her, not her spirit. Her “spirit” are my memories and are alive. She lived for her children. I’m certain she is happy.
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