I think the last time I spoke to my brother we both refused to budge. It was maybe a bit after eight in the morning and he was too busy to leave home. I wasn’t about to drive thirty minutes to go visit him. Now that I think of it we didn’t even talk. We just texted.
Sometimes I regret not driving to see him. Sometimes I wonder why I refuse to give in. Sometimes I wonder why making a simple meal was so time consuming.
I can’t even recall when I last talked to him or what it was about.
Maybe it is just better to remember the good times and not the regrets. Choosing to foucs on the happy lightens the day.
Tiny Slice Of My Life 