Friday, August 16, 2019

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I’ve came to the realization that losing a loved one generates an immense crater of regret within. This bowled-out depression is filled with so much regret, it’s endless in its own time. I feel like I could’ve done more. I could’ve spent a little more time in the hospital with him or cooked him more meals. I could’ve fetched him more water or sat with him a little longer while he watched TV. But all these thoughts won’t change the utter fact that he’s gone and that I will never get that time back. Time is all you have, until one day, you don’t.

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