Thursday, March 17, 2016

To Little; To Late

The other day, I had a meeting at the school to discuss Weston's grades.  After my meeting, I was driving past the elementary school where he spent his formidable years. and was overcome with great sadness about the loss of a time I can never revisit.

When Weston was in elementary he used to ask me to come to the school and spend his lunch hour with him.  He asked several times.  I never went.  I didn't attend because I didn't want to, I just didn't because I never got off work to be able to do it.  And it's not because I couldn't.  Life just gets in the way and you feel like other things are more important-but trust me they are not.  I can never go back to the moment that he wanted me to come be with him.  I can never go back to the moment where he may have been disappointed that I never did come; and make him feel better about it by actually showing up.  I have a lot of guilt associated with this decision.

I cried all the way home.

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