Regret After Death of Loved Ones

The hardest thing about losing someone you love, is the regret you have to live with; of all the things you wish you said or the words you wish you didn’t say or the time you wish you spent with them. No one is promised tomorrow; I think we all know that by now, but tend to forget. I had to learn the hard way.

I found my Father dead when I was 16 and lost all my Grandparents by the time I was 17. My Dad and Grandpa raised my brother and I from the time I was in 1st grade, until I was a senior in high school. After they passed away, my heart was saddened and full of regret. I wish I spent more time with them and appreciated them more. I wish I didn’t tell my Dad I wish you were dead, in the heat of an argument. Because 7 days after I told him that, I found him dead.

I wish I had answered my Grandpa’s call and didn’t wait a day to call him back. Because I was a day too late and he passed away. I was only able to listen to a voicemail with my Grandpas voice on the other end, saying: Sasha, I just wanted to call you and tell you that I love you. The deaths of my Father and Grandfather were both so unexpected. It’s like one day they’re here, the next day they’re gone; no warning signs, nothing.

Whether you have someone dear to you whose laying on their death bed or someone you know whose living their normal, day to day life and isn’t showing any signs of bad health- Make sure you spend as much time with them as you can; or at least talk to them. Try your hardest to not say things you don’t mean in the heat of an argument. Be the first one to say I’m sorry and I love you; be the first one to forgive.

None of us are promised tomorrow; when it’s all said and done, all we have are memories to look back on of our time spent on Earth. If I could turn back time, to the days my Father and Grandparents were here; I wouldn’t. Though, I miss them and sometimes wish I could have done things differently; life taught me something very special, even though I had to learn the hard way.

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