Tuesday, June 28, 2011
I regret that I didn't see her more in the past six months. I regret I stayed home on the Wednesday before she died, one precious day I lost with her.
I think the worst of the regret is behind me. At least I hope so. Sometimes the regrets seeps into my thinking but I try not to dwell on it. But I think I am on the road to acceptance. Acceptance that I cannot change that she is gone and I cannot go back and re-do any of it.
It is one month since she left us. A month ago she was living. Breathing. Talking. Now she is not. It feels like six months. I wonder if that will ever change. Will two months feel like a year? A year feel like ten years?