Meant to. Didn't. Too late now.
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I don't feel regretful about very many things in my life. I try to own and remedy my mistakes as I go along; it's much cleaner and simpler that way. However, when I wrote this Six-Word Memoir, I was thinking of a telephone conversation I had with my friend Edward several days before his death. He began telling me that he knew his death from a life-threatening illness was growing closer, and I, thinking I was offering him hope and comfort, reminded him that he'd been close to death before and had rebounded. After we hung up the phone, I realized that the one I'd been trying to comfort was myself. I sat down immediately and wrote him a long and heartfelt letter, which I put in the mail the next day. By the time the letter reached him, though, he was already in the hospital and had stopped opening and reading his mail. That conversation was nearly two decades ago and, though I no longer feel guilty about the missed opportunity, the memory of it definitely continues to influence my practice as a nurse as well as my interactions with those I love.....I don't want to have any more regrets like this one.... by hopesprings in Six-Word Memoirs on Jan 20, 2012 | 
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hopesprings says,
I don't feel regretful about very many things in my life. I try to own and remedy my mistakes as I go along; it's much cleaner and simpler that way. However, when I wrote this Six-Word Memoir, I was thinking of a telephone conversation I had with my friend Edward several days before his death. He began telling me that he knew his death from a life-threatening illness was growing closer, and I, thinking I was offering him hope and comfort, reminded him that he'd been close to death before and rebounded. After we hung up the phone, I realized that the one I'd been trying to comfort was myself. I sat down immediately and wrote him a long and heartfelt letter, which I put in the mail the next day. By the time the letter reached him, though, he already in the hospital and had stopped opening and reading his mail. That conversation was nearly two decades ago and, though I no longer feel guilty about the missed opportunity and the memory of it definitely continues to influence my practice as a nurse and my interactions with those I love.....don't want to have any more regrets like this one....