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?