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.
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Sister I know that not telling momma that you loved her must bother you, but know that she knew that you loved her and that it's not that important now. The last memory that I had of her was me driving her to the dentist because she was scared to go. Never got to talk to her that day, was actually on my way to see her whenever the bank called and said that she was having seizures.
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