My biggest regret still weighs heavy on my heart. I regret not going home the weekend of September 18, 1998. this would be the last weekend my Dad was alive. I changed my mind about leaving college to go home for the weekend at the last moment because I had a paper to write. I didn't talk to my Dad at all that weekend. And, by early the following Wednesday (Sept. 23), my dad was dead. I never got the chance to say goodbye. That still makes me so sad. I miss his voce and his laugh. We didn't always have the best relationship but he was still my Daddy and I was his firstborn baby girl.
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