I shared my favorite memory of my dying uncle with my mom by phone last Thursday night.
By Friday morning it was too late to share it with him, and I will forever regret not doing so.
My uncle fell ill about a week earlier, and his doctors didn’t give him long to live. Following a stay in the hospital, he returned home ostensibly to live out the remainder of his days.
My dad gave me his brother’s address and my intention was to send him a note or card or something to let him know I was thinking about him and, frankly, to say goodbye.