Who among us does not harbor such regrets? Kind words for loved ones gone, left unspoken, bitter ones that memory can never erase? If we could do it differently.
Amen
Engraved in my soul is a nun’s description of one of our high school students having had a fight with her mother in the morning. The mother died while the student was in school.
It burns the heart that there are things which can’t be taken back directly. It doesn’t stop the sparks of anger that ignite within us, but maybe it damps down the combustion at times in the hopes that the probability of damage will be lowered.
“Who among us does not harbor such regrets? “
Indeed. Who amongst us has never said something stupid or unkind to a loved one that we wish we could take back or apology for? And once the person to whom those words were directed is gone, and it’s no longer possible to apologize to them, well, then there will be those regrets.
Paul has a conscience.
It’s only the sociopath or the psychopath who regrets nothing.