Day 3 Something I have to forgive myself for

I wish I had flown back to see my cousin before she died.   She lived 58 years, 46 of  them immobilized in a wheelchair after a sledding accident at 12.   We kept in touch through phone calls and letters across the country.

I saved all her letters,  lovely, careful script painstakingly written by a pen held in her mouth.   Bright, educated, spiritual, brave.

Why didn’t I take the time to fly and see her once more?

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