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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