He listened, though the pain in his jaw showed how tightly he clenched his grief. People imagine that regret arrives silently, but it makes a remarkable amount of noise in the mind. It echoes through memories, it rattles through unfinished sentences, it whispers questions that have no clean answers. His mother had loved him, yet she carried a fear of disappointing him. That fear became a wall she never learned to climb. She waited for the perfect moment, the perfect breath, the perfect quiet. Then time simply ran out.
I wished I could give him more than explanations. I wished I could give him the farewell he deserved. Instead, I offered the only part of her intention that remained. She wanted him to know he had been her steady hope when her own strength failed. She wanted him to know she had been proud of the man he had become. She wanted him to know that her silence had been cowardice, not absence. Her love had been real, even though her voice could not carry it.
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