NoRegrets
I yelled at my mother the night her mom died, because she wouldn't quit asking me if I wanted to see the body.
I yelled at my mother the night her mom died, because she wouldn't quit asking me if I wanted to see the body.
The last time mom called me out of the blue, she told me she had lung cancer.
I left my best friend a teary voicemail this morning and she hasn't called me back.
Invariably, I take the time between her first (unanswered) phone call and the second to sober up enough to form coherent sentences.