Thursday, May 26, 2011

Thursday haiku: love song for my mom

failed you. let you down.
let you live like that. and die.
sorry. i'm sorry.

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  1. Kuri: I feel exactly the same way. I am haunted by this crushing memory of not being there for her when she was always there for me.

    She died without me being there.

    I was thousands of miles away, but I should have been there by her side.

    “Sorry” is not enough.

    “Sorry” is MY death sentence.

  2. Thank you for sharing that. It's comforting, a little, to know that others have similar regrets.


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