My Mama (my grandmother, pronounced MawMaw) called a couple weeks ago and left a voicemail to let me know she was having surgery. It was a non life-threatening surgery, so I put off calling her.
I kept telling myself that I would call to check in on her when I was less tired or less busy. I was going to tell her about all the crazy things Tucker was up to, how work was going.
She died this morning.
Not only do I feel terribly sad, but deeply regretful that I didn't just get on the phone and call her. Just one last time.
I'll be driving to Wichita on Tuesday after work. Interesting how I've rearranged five days of my life to say good-bye to her, but I couldn't have cleared five minutes of my life to tell her hello.