It’s such a cliché, to wake up one day and realize how much you’ve taken your spouse for granted, to think of all the ways you could’ve treated them better, cherished them more, but that’s what’s on Hank’s mind right now. And it is thoroughly too late to do anything about it—anything he says would come across as wooden; it would seem like he was just trying to make himself feel better in the face of death. Next time, he thinks, I’ll do better. It’s an abstract thought; he doesn’t dwell on it.
