Regret
The older I get, the fewer friends and loved ones I have left.
Time is more precious than money.
I still feel like the lost little girl waiting for my mommy to come pick me up, but she never comes.
Every house I move into never really feels like home, it’s just a place I’m visiting while I’m waiting for my mommy or my granny to come and get me so I can feel safe again.
But no one comes and even when I drive by my parents house, I can’t go
in …
They aren’t there. It belongs to somebody else now.
My Great Aunt Kathryn, my grandmothers youngest sister, is non responsive now since yesterday morning in her bed at home.
She is the last of our women from that time, from my family, and I am so grateful to have known such a kind and gentle soul. I regret not sharing more time with her.