What are your deepest secrets that you would like to share before you d.i.e?
My father was an alcoholic and became estranged when I was about 10 years old after my parents divorced. He was rarely around and if he was he was hung over. One of the last memories I have seeing him in person was after my 10th birthday party that he promised to be at but missed. He showed up the next day, looking drunk or hung over and I was home alone. He knocked and begged me to open the door so he could apologize, but I hid behind the couch until he left. After that, he never tried to contact me ever again. A few years ago I got word that he was on hospice and I considered reaching out and decided against it, not wanting to be hurt again. Now, years later I regret not giving it one last try. Sometimes I’m hit with bouts of regret that maybe we could have made amends before he died and now I’ll never know. Death is so final and I can’t take back that decision, I felt like a little kid again just hiding behind the couch until he left.
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