Sure. But mostly little stuff. I regret not being better organised when I head out for the day because then I forget to take things I might need; I regret not getting up earlier (or going to bed earlier); I regret wasting time on Facebook when I should be writing; I regret not being able to think of that amazing argument-winning comeback until an hour after the argument; I regret not eating better, not exercising more and having to say no to social events because I can’t fit them in.
I do have one big regret. I don’t remember ever telling my granddad that I loved him. And I couldn’t bring myself to say it when I saw him the day before he died; I felt that if I did he would know that I knew he was dying. We weren’t particularly close with my mum’s parents but I do miss them and I’m sad that I wasn’t able to speak my feelings aloud. I hope he knew that I loved him anyway.
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