Down....
While we're bringing things down....

My Dad was a healthy, non-smoking, occasional drinker, all round nice guy, kind, loving, loved by everyone kind of guy.

I regret not telling him that I loved him when I spoke to him on the phone the evening after he dropped me back at boarding school.

He died 2 days later of heart failure.

This was 15 years ago when I was 15.

I have very few regrets, this is one of them. One of the few others is this:

I regret that I can't really remember what he looked like, what he sounded like or what it felt to cuddle up to him.

I'm not going to share this with my sister who gets married today and still carries the same regret around as baggage.

I'm going to go and cry now.

Thanks b3ta, I'm in trauma - but I am saving on therapy.
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 12:34, Reply)