‘Guilt always follows bereavement. It is a natural part of the process. Someone we love dies and the first question we ask ourselves is: could we have done anything to prevent it? And if we couldn’t the guilt remains. Did we love them enough? Did we give them enough of our time? We remember arguments or rows, or tears, or misunderstandings. And every one of them comes back to us like a knife in the heart. You are not alone in your suffering. Every man or woman old enough to know someone who has died feels the same.‘
– Skilgannon, to Harad, The Swords of Night and Day
Only at the end of the life journey then we realize, we thought we had the time of our life to show the love, only to let that time slip away slowly and quietly.