The sad and embarrassing thing is, I can't remember the last time I saw him. Dona Carmen passed away a few years ago, and I know he's had health complications since then. The thought of going to visit him always crossed my mind, but it was one of those "some day in the distant future" kind of thoughts, it was never a "let's make this happen" kind of thought. How terrible is it for a person to realize they've failed at making important things happen. I realize that I fill my life (or stuff my life) with events and activities, and the whole time I know I'm not making time for more important things: my husband, my mom, my family, close friends, my home. I sometimes wonder if maybe it's something psychological, like I have some weird issue with not keeping myself busy, or not planning ahead. I need to plan. I need to organize. But why don't I focus on planning and organizing things that really matter?
As much as we all like to think we don't have regrets ("I have no regrets, everything has been a lesson in life," or "everything happens for a reason"), I admit that I regret not making the time for a simple visit.
Mis disculpas Don Rodolfo; espero que descanse en paz.
You can't beat yourself up; you're not Super(wo)man. You are, by far, the most giving individual I know. Don't let a "missed opportunity" in the past change your present state-of-mind, but allow it to change your future priorities :) If this post creates any action on your part, then you can't say that you regret it. After all, this could be what keeps the next opportunity in your life from being a "missed opportunity."
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