Recently lost a loved one. It brought back memories of when my mother passed away. I was staying in her house. I recall the thing that bothered me the most about her death wasn't our relationship. Of course every negative thing came up. I lamented that I could have been a much better son to her. Maybe I should have driven her that day, but I had to work the next morning and there was no way I would have made back in time. Maybe I should have spent more time with her. All kinds of stuff. I remember the good things too. I remembered what we'd done for her last birthday. I remembered that time when she'd left her medication at the house and I had to go all the way back from the airport to get them. I made it back before her flight left. I also remembered the shock on her face when I gave her the meds and some money instead of attitude. No... none of that really resinates, though. What's hardest about all of this is that I can't hear her voice anymore. We cleaned up all of the stuff out of her hospital room. And I went back to the house and heard nothing. I sat there listening to the electrical currents in house buzz. The loudest thing in the house was the silence.
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