Almost two years...

It's almost two years since Mom passed through the veil. I've found myself thinking about it. A lot of my thinking is centered on what I could have done differently when she was in the nursing home, dying of cancer. Could I have made time to visit her more? Could I have spent weekends in the Quad Cities? Should I have called more?

There is a question that will forever haunt me. Should I have left work earlier the day she died?

It doesn't matter that Dan and Sandy say that I have nothing to regret. I do; I regret not being there with Dave and Mom when she took her last breath. I will always wonder if she was thinking, "Where's my baby? Where's my little girl? Why aren't all of my children here?"

If I could talk to Mom, I would apologize to her profusely for not being there when she died.

Mom, I am so sorry I wasn't with you that day. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to tell you all I wanted to.

Slan go foill...