I lost a close family member recently and by 'close' I mean where they were in my family rather than us being 'close' which is kind of the point of my post.
Over the last 25 years or so, we drifted apart. Partly my fault, partly there's, partly other people's. Now they're gone and it's too late. I met up with their family today and we had such a lovely time. I'm angry with myself that we could have been doing this all along and now it's too late. Even if I do now make more of an effort to keep in touch, it's too late for them. I feel angry that I often bemoan that I had such a small immediate family and would have loved more people in my circle and there were people there all the time.
I just feel rubbish 😢