This past July, one question stopped everyone in their tracks. “To whom do you wish you had said, ‘I love you,’ and never did?” Oh, goodness, this was way beyond the usual softball questions we normally bat around. There was a long silence, then one person, through tears, mentioned a grandma who’d passed away. Another talked about his biological father who he never had much of a relationship with until his father was on his deathbed. And then it was my turn.
With most questions I’m asked, I rarely have a one-word answer. My replies usually come in a story, and here’s mine:
