Regret – Part 2
The handwriting immediately made me choke up. Her beautiful calligraphy stretched across the page in perfect lines. It was short and sweet. The notes for me, and each of my daughters pulled from an envelope marked “Passing On Papers.” After my Aunt Suzy’s death, her husband found them in her nightstand. My mom waited until we arrived for our annual trip to the Oregon coast to give them to us in person. Earlier this year, when my aunt passed away, several months before anyone anticipated with her health challenges, I was struck reeling with grief and regret. I had left
