The biggest lie of all.

I have said many times that I have no regrets. As I get older and more honest with myself, I realize this is the biggest lie I have ever told. I wish I had not married so young and had lived on my own a while. I wish I had been braver, taken more risks and climbed that mountain. Taking better care of myself would be at the top of the list. But of all of my regrets, the ones that haunt me are the things I did not say to those who are no longer here.  Making sure they knew how important their very existance was in my life.  And above all else, I would give anything if I could have only made sure he knew I would slowly die without him.