When All Is Said

by Anne Griffin

‘I’m here to remember – all that I have been and all that I will never be again.’

But I wonder in those years after my father died, when she had her mind, how she dealt with his passing. I never asked her how she coped losing the person she knew best. The person who accepted her humanity and all the failings that came with it. The person who loved her unconditionally. The person whose hand was always there to hold. I wish now I had.