When All Is Said

by Anne Griffin

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.

Being understood without having to explain and not having to pretend all is fine. Being allowed to be a feckin’ mess.

But having spent half my life distracted by what was outside – my deals, my empire – I often forgot to see what lay inside and how precious it was.