“I’m still sorry though.” And I am because I know what it feels like to walk around with such an important person missing from your life. My dad died when Eric and I were babies, so I don’t remember anything about him. Never got to hear his voice or feel the comfort of his arms wrapped around me, holding me close and telling me that I’m safe. “Don’t be. It’s been a long time.” “What does that have to do with anything? She was still your mom, and I’m sure you still miss her, which means I’m allowed to be sorry.”
