regret

Thus far in my life, I feel as though I have lived without any major regrets.  Sure, I wish I would have been a little more outgoing, persistant, or daring, but for the most part I don't have any real regrets.  But today all of that changed.  

You see, my dear dear Gramps (in Denver) had a stroke last night.  He's still alive and he's able to identify people, but he's unable to talk.  And I, being the lazy, selfish, wimpy person that I am, never got around to calling him last week when he still would have had the ability to respond.  My last conversation with him was several months ago...maybe longer.  And now I might never get to talk to him and hear his answer.  

But luckily, my mum just called and informed me that he is up and walking and...talking.  So maybe I'll get to have that conversation after all.  Next time though, I won't wait until tomorrow.