The title of this post was taken from the song Gone Too Soon by Chris Daughtry.
I was thinking the other day about how much I would love one last conversation with Mike. Our marriage wasn't perfect and we both had faults, but I desperately want to tell him how sorry I am for anything and everything I ever did to cause him pain. I want him to know how I replay those bitter moments over and over again and how I torture myself for not always being patient and understanding with him. Oh how easy it is to remember all the hard times and all the things I should have done. It's so much harder to remember all the things I did right. I just want him to hold me in his arms and tell me it's okay. I like to believe he is watching over us and there are times when I swear I feel him close by, but sometimes that's not good enough. I want more than that...I want more than I'll ever get and that leaves me feeling pretty empty some days.