I wish I'd been stronger and more "there" for my Mom before she died.
She'd been battling cancer, and I pulled away the last week or so she was alive because I was having a hard time with it. I could have visited her or called her more than I did, but I didn't and I have to live with that.
I wish I had listened to my gut and gone to visit her the night before she died. I talked to her on the phone that evening, and I had the instinct that I had better go see her because she sounded so terrible. But I didn't. She spiralled quickly downhill the next morning then died. I never spoke with her again, although I was with her when she passed.
I also regret not having the strength to say "I love you" or "It's okay to go" to her as I stood by her in her final moments. I just couldn't say the words, although I'd imagined that I would when the time came. Saying it meant saying good-bye, and I couldn't do it
