I am beset by shoulda-woulda-coulda this evening.
I should have known how sick Kishma was. I should have gone out to visit sooner. I should have gone to Fresno the first time she had chest pain. I should have been there…
I would have been there to comfort her along with her beloveds. I would have been able to say goodbye. I would have been able to let her know everything in my heart and mind.
I could have visited her earlier. I could have called more. I could have written more.
She was so strong in her desire to be a bright spirit. But she let her sorrow out in a scribble. Tan posted this on Facebook…
“Bones melt. I know…they are.
Tan and Mark heads together.
Heart smiles for the future.
…Then tears = My future.”