Posted by: Ingrid | June 30, 2007


I almost called my Mom on Wednesday evening.  But I didn’t because I knew my grandparents were there and didn’t want to bother her.  And then I got busy and forgot.  And then she was dead and now I never get to talk with her again.  Now my last memories are of her on her birthday, standing there at the door waving goodbye.  I’m so sorry, Mom.  You probably don’t care now, but I do.



  1. Regrets are part of the grieving process.
    I want to spend more time with my mom before she dies (which could be any day, yet I hope she makes it to her 85th birthday the end of July)I wanted to see her yesterday, but when I called she said her door was locked to me – she wanted me to go home from work and rest, because she was more concerned for my health than that I see her. (and I think she also was tired)

    Praise God that you were able to spend your mom’s birthday with her, and have that memory of her waving good-bye. God is good, all the time.

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