There are things in my life that I regret. But can live with. Learn from. Move on from.
One thing that will always hang heavy in my heart was not telling my momma that I loved her the last time we talked.
What hurts the most is right after we said bye and I was pulling the phone away from my ear to hang it up is I had a urging in my heart to tell her that I loved her. And I thought to myself, I'll tell her next time.
Never was a next time.
Regret, regret, regret.
Most days I can deal with it. Because I know she knew I loved her. I take peace in the fact that our last conversation was a pleasant one. Full of excitement about us going home for a few days. It was a good conversation.
It just didn't end the way it should have.
If I could have that moment back I would take it.. and change it. I would tell her I loved her more than she would ever know and more than I ever knew I did.