I wondered, did she have any time to herself? Did she have any hobbies of her own? Were there things she wanted to do, hopes and dreams she held on to? I always wanted to thank her properly for all she’d done for, but never found the words. I never even bought her flowers because it seemed like a cheesy gesture at the time. Why couldn’t I at least have done something small for her? Why was this simple action so hard for me? Why did it take me this long to understand?
