Regret
I had my heart broken in one phone call last week. As soon as I heard my mom’s voice I knew something was wrong. She was on the verge of tears – a sound to which I am not accustomed to coming from her. “Suzy died this morning.” My mom’s older and last living sister had died in her sleep. I faltered and felt the pressure on my heart as the tears came out in a rush. My aunt had been ill for a couple of months. Just a few days prior she and her husband made the decision to
