Harbored Regret

That day, I will never forget. The mother of my father passes before him...while I am away. No blockades before me, nothing impeding my immediate arrival, except for my own fear. Fear, not only of the death of the most matriarchal figure I have ever known, but the fear of weakness itself. In this moment of fear, I became myself what I fear the most. Weak. There is no way to change what was done. There can be no glorious redemption, like that on the battlefield or in an athletic event. Just cold, unwavering, truthful, Everlasting Regret.