Over 15 years ago I was roaming the streets of New York City, oblivious to the fact that at home a life was slowing slipping away. Unable to communicate the seconds of precious life ticked by while I took in Cats and the Russian Tea Room. I got there in time but I never forgave myself for not getting there sooner. I just never thought it would happen again. Dancing around New York City while death danced too close at home. Too much to understand.
You will never know how guilty I feel for not being there. I should have held your hand. I should have seen you through the pain. I know you will tell me it was bad timing, that it just happened that way, but when you choked back the words I knew I should have been there. You tried to tell me you were okay. Even if you were, I wasn’t. Forgive me for taking a little time to get over the irony – for the exact moment I closed my eyes in exhausted slumber, he closed his eyes for good. Forgive me for feeling far away and failed.
I’m here now.
~*LunaSea*~ 
::giant hugs:: I’m sorry. pass my hugs along, will you?
Definitely. We skipped sirsy in light of the situation. Family always comes first.
absolutey. I agree 100%
You are entitled to feel what is in your heart, the good, the bad and the painful. You are entitled to take the time you need in grief and sorrow. After all, these feelings come from a place of caring a love … there is nothing wrong in that.